Today was my first day at my new Santa Monica office space. I cannot write a lot about this space, so suffice to say that it is awesome, and filled to the brim with fascinating people. Of course, another perk for me is that I get to work in Santa Monica. It’s not cool to say this, but I want to live here, too.
Santa Monica gets a lot of crap for being super-yuppified, because it is. For example, today, Wednesday, I got to the office around 11 am, and droves of grown people were wandering the streets in flip-flops, yoga mats rolled under their arms. That is not acceptable anywhere else but in Santa Monica. And that is precisely why I love Santa Monica. No one who lives here has a job.
Also: I love Santa Monica because it doesn’t have real nightlife. You would think it would, since apparently no one has a job and yoga’s not til 10. But it just doesn’t have any nightlife. The Third Street Promenade is sort of a joke destination for tourists and high school kids (it used to be cool, though, and I promise I have many tales of its coolness stored up from childhood). And Main Street is packed to the hilt with boring bars and not-very-amazing restaurants. So if I lived in Santa Monica, I wouldn’t feel bad about not “taking advantage of the neighborhood,” which is how I felt any night I stayed home when I lived in Williamsburg last year.
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