Back when travel budgets were a little loosey (looser) goosey (goosier) Polly and I managed to get the OK to go to LA for a week for the GORUCK Challenge and for the fun.
We went to some fancy schmancy hotel with Beaux, who dressed the part and loved it. He took me and Polly to our first strip club that night - kind of the Olive Garden of strip clubs, in that it was very family friendly and had unlimited breadsticks.
I stayed with my friend Chelsea, who I'd met roughly three times in real life prior and taught me that it's good to be hospitable, do new things with new friends. And buy cool skulls.
On the road, it's important to retain a semblance of normalcy and keep your office set up the same. So buy a lot of Monster, if that's what you're into. And I am.
The guys' hotel had, apparently, recently starred in every horror movie ever made, oh and also my nightmares.
We "hiked" as they say in LA ("walked" as we say everywhere else) Runyon Canyon.
Polly and I set up shop at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf on fairfax in an attempt to do work while spotting famous people.
And then the GORUCK Challenge began. Beaux always proves he knows what he's talking about.
"Roll left. No, LEFT."
It looks like Beaux is talking on the phone, but really he's pointing to his head - as in it hurts his brain to see people not understand what he is trying to say.
Why she doesn't look like a complete disgusting mess is beyond me.
Surf torture.
Polly found this measurement quite disturbing. In real life she's more like 5'8, and I'm more like 3'7.
Jack Osbourne's first GORUCK Challenge! And a good time was had by all.
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