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The Weekend of Ward: Movin' on up
If you glanced at last Monday's blog, you know I that hit the town hardcore last week.
This weekened: notsomuch.
But with good reason.
Up until yesterday, I lived right near Franklin Village (Birds, La Poubelle, Upright Citizens Brigade, Counterpoint Books...), but after walking approximately 0.5 miles to and from my car any time I wanted to leave Franklin Village, me and my 4-inch high heels had finally had enough.
Add the fact that the cranky millionaires who live on the street right next to the Mayfair Market are pushing to enforce permit parking (yes, this means you'd be screwed if you wanted to go to UCB) I sadly searched for a new apartment, signed a lease, and spent the weekend bribing friends with pizza to help me move my couch.
My new digs are in Eagle Rock, and in addition to having my own full garage, I'm also pretty giddy about all the places I'm going to grub... and drink... and bowl. Mark my words: Eagle Rock is the new whatever.
Meanwhile, if you have any feelings on the atrocious parking debacle in Franklin Village and want to be able to visit that street without the clusterf*ck of permit parking, I say hop into the Hollywood United Neighborhood Council meeting on Feb. 19 at the Hollywood Presbyterian Church (6054 Yucca St.) and voice your opinion. Do it for the UCB. Do it for the Harmony Gallery. Do it for your 4-inch high heels.
Miss Alie Ward
PS- This is me and my comrades Georgia and Tim attempting to fit me in an Ikea shoping bag. Ah, the wonders of moving-induced delerium.
Miss Alie Ward
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