B.P. and I went on a date to the Hollywood Bowl last Tuesday to watch the L.A. Philharmonic. It was my first time at that venue and also listening to the philharmonic, and I felt like the whole night was pretty magical. The Bowl is open air, huge, and pitted between the Hollywood sign and some cliffy prettiness.
We took the Metro (my favorite!) to get there, packed some sandwiches and beer, and spread out with a patchwork blanket.
The sky was beautiful and so was the music. I have moments when I know that I'm in the right place at the right time, and that was the feeling I had. How could I not?