Sexy Movimiento

I decided yesterday that I couldn't live without a real camera battery charger anymore. The one that had come with my camera is still somewhere in South America, along with all this other stuff that was never recovered from our February vacation.

Since then, I'd invested in a cheap universal charger.

What a piece of shit. Anger.

But how awesome is it that my two batteries have lasted this long on one charge?!

Long story short, I rushed to Samy's after work, got a real Nikon battery charger seven minutes before closing, and then went in search of dinner on the way home. That's when I got sucked into Lucy's Drive-In (1373 S. La Brea Avenue).

Oh, Lucy's! You are so old! You are so dingy! You're not even as delicious as you should be! But I love you and your giant menu and your weird ordering system and multiple windows and your surprising "A" health rating.

(Yes, that is a gnarly ghetto crack in my windshield. What?)

Way back in 2000, when I was a young wide-eyed summer associate, Brother Monkey and I shared an apartment in Park La Brea, so we'd pick up greasy tacos and fat-laden burritos from Lucy's a lot more than I'd like to admit.

Carne asada taco.

Carnitas taco.

Pescado taco.

Pastrami sandwich.


Chili cheese fries.

10,000 calories later, we went to Staples Center for more Latin love. Nobody at Mr. Monkey's work (and none of their clients) had any interest in seeing reggaeton sensation Wisin y Yandel, notwithstanding the duo's Latin Grammy nomination.

The Monkeys don't pass up free tickets. We were the only two people in the whole suite!

Actually I'm quite certain we were the only two non-Latino people in a sold-out crowd of about 20,000.



I don't know who had more energy -- Wisin y Yandel, their dancers, or their fans. Check out this short clip of the hit "Pegao."



And here's the infamous "Sexy Movimiento."



Mr. Monkey couldn't stop singing it on the way home. And when we got home. And this morning. It's that catchy.

Go, reggaeton!