Taco truck night

We got a babysitter and went to First Friday on our own. Date night!! On the first Friday of the month, a bunch of food trucks park on Abbott Kinney in Venice. These are not your average roach coaches. Some are equipped with gourmet chefs that wanted a change of scenery. People wait in line for 2 hours for a grilled cheese. (Not me, I can't imagine a grilled cheese would ever be worth waiting in line for, or better than the ones I make, for that matter). Oh, and then there are the ice cream sandwiches. You choose your cookies, then your ice cream........then you die because they're so good. You can get pistachio ice cream with candied truffles in it. Seriously?! Mushrooms in ice cream?

Matt is trying to replicate the "Ben green face" photo. :)

So this story continues. We decided to get a beer. The bar near the taco trucks had one beer on tap. Being the beer snobs we are, we walked out and went to Tompkins, in our neighborhood. We get there & there are cops everywhere and a Rav4 is on it's side. I was so distracted and interested in the silly cops trying to right the car with their super cop strength. Then we watched the tow truck turn it over. We finally go inside, have our beer and return to find our car (precious swagger wagon) is gone. Damn Rav4, Damn silly cops! Didn't realize Matt was parking in the (not combination) Taco Bell parking lot! Towed! It should be illegal to tow a minivan with car seats in it. It's just wrong. Luckily, we were in walking distance from home, our babysitter lives near the tow yard and dropped Matt on her way home. That night got expensive in a hurry.