My dear friend Gretchen and her husband Henry came to Venice for the day. Gretchen and I met in NYC years ago - sometime around 2000. We were little city mice in our early twenties. We had a few things in common - like boyfriends who smoked and wore concert T-shirts, flaunting their loyalties to Guns N' Roses and Iron Maiden. We would go to "Happy Hours" at Tortilla Flats, Bar and Books, the Turkey's Nest and the Cowgirl Cafe to talk about family, our futures or our next big move. Eventually, Gretchen and I both returned to college - to Hunter College. She became a librarian, and I found myself wearing a crisp white nursing uniform.
We have both left NYC and our lives as bartenders. We both made the treks across country to witness each other get married. Now, Gretchen has an adorable baby boy.
It was such a treat to spend a day with her family in Santa Monica. I cherish the time friends spend with me in Santa Monica. It gives me a chance to be a "tourist" in my own town. Speaking of tourist's - Dom was lucky enough to get Rasta hat on Venice Beach. This baby's got style!
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