Being outside at dusk in Los Angeles feels like something you’ve worked all day for. Some relief from the sun and the brightness, like a sigh. Finally.
Last night we had dinner outside on the back patio at a long narrow table that I found in Brooklyn years ago. It was the two boys, Lauren, my friend K and I. There was slight chaos and quesadillas, but it felt great- like a big Italian family dinner in the movies or something.
After dinner the usual boring conversation about watching videos started so we tried to get the boys to go for a hike in the canyons and find feathers before the light died away.
Duncan cried. “I don’t want to go…” Tears on his stubborn little sad face. “He’s just tired,” Eric half whispered. I stayed out of it. Then I turned around and they were gone.
Lauren and I cleaned up and were actually starting to relax a little and the boys still weren’t back. It was starting to get dark, and we could hear coyotes in the canyon. “should we go look for them?” Lauren asked. But last time we did they came back a different way and we missed each other so it didn’t seem like a great idea. Finally they came home and D had a big crow feather, and Eric found a nice blue one. Duncan, giggling now, had apparently started crying again and Eric had carried him on his back part of the way, and they were both kind of sore, but they made it.
“We want to go to Happy’s!!”
I guess last week to get them out of the house Lauren told the boys that if they went out for a walk, and found any feathers, we’d take them to Happy’s, our favorite neighborhood liquor store, to get popsicles. Tonight, the boys wanted to make good on the deal again. Lauren tried to get out of going- begging off for a moment of peace to use the bathroom or something -but in the end everyone, plus the dog, piled into my car and we drove down the hill.
Now, we do love Happy’s. They have a great selection of drinks and a wine chiller and are always so helpful. It's run by a couple of cool young Sikhs. #Happysliquor on Instagram, they tell me. Goopy, who wears a red turban and is the taller of the two, was adorably taken back both times I told him my age. And the other day when we suggested that a delivery service might be something some people might want- they said to call and maybe it could be done. They're the best!
And they have popsicles. So we took the boys to the liquor store for orange Creamsickles that they ate in the parking lot under the street lights, in the soft LA night.
And later, Lauren and I enjoyed a nice cold Chardonnay. Thanks Happy's!