Nothing quite beats a Saturday lunch spent with three of my favorite people in the world. Since neither Tori, Kaity, or I had seen Abbie since before Coachella weekend, we decided to reconvene while our photographs from the weekend were being developed. We shared stories, filled our tummies, and celebrated Abbie's new job. Chipotle and friends... These are a few of my favorite things. Needless to say, I was nothing short of satisfied.
After lunch, I ventured over to Amoeba Music. There's no doubt that I've got tremendous love for Bleecker Street Records in Greenwich Village and Rhino in Claremont; Bleecker has always felt most like home to me and Rhino is the most convenient to go to whenever I'm in the hunt for something new to add to my collection. However, Amoeba is nothing short of a playground for a record junkie such as myself. I mean, I geek out equally in any record store, but Amoeba is massive and close to perfect. Their selection is wonderfully expansive, the prices are reasonable, and the stock is especially impressive. I've been looking to fill a number of holes in my collection, and to my pleasure, I came home with eight. I'm completely aware that I'm some kind of a lunatic, but I found it a challenge to stop at just that. It's an addiction and hey, at least it's a healthy one. While the hunt for records is infinite, I was certainly pleased to fill some voids. And that's putting it lightly.