Yesterday I got to meet up with one of my best friends / former roommates / bridesmaids (yes, same person). After a crazy hectic day and of running around all morning (to prep for a new venture! More info coming soon!), going to the Fiesta Hermosa (Never again!*), I drove up to Westwood to meet up with her.
So first we go to Native Foods. I went there once when we were in college (UCLA, hence Westwood), and I remember it being good food, but odd. My friend was there all the time. Now, being gluten-free, it was like a paradise! So many choices! Good prices! Quality food! YAY! We chatted for a long time (why would you go through the hell of Law School then a big law firm THEN decide to switch careers? I do not understand. Well, I sorta do, if you want a family. I love you friend, even when you confuse me.), had watermelon water, and yummy peanut butter parfait for dessert, then went out walking.
You see, when you visit Westwood, there is always one required stop: Diddy Riese. If you have never been and you live anywhere in the SoCal area, you should make sure to stop by next time you pass UCLA. Their prices are ridiculous. I mean seriously: a dozen cookies for $4. Or an ice cream sandwich (with fresh baked cookies) for less than $2. You cannot beat that.
So my friend and I waited for more than half an hour. You know how at In-n-Out (okay, and other places, I’m sure), the line is so long it sometimes blocks the next driveway and there are signs saying “Please don’t block the driveway” ? – Yeah, Diddy Reise was the same, only it was a standing line. People were all the way past the store, past the next driveway, crowding the sidewalk. It was the place to be.
I got my 2 dozen cookies (because if I waited in line I was bring a serious prize home) for $8 exactly – no tax! – and we went back to our cars and said goodnight. My husband called and asked if I was on my way home and if I had, indeed, bought them cookies (remember, I’m GF and not supposed to eat them) … I wonder how he knew I’d stop there. Anyway, so I said yes, he kept our daughter up late, and she got to enjoy the glory that is Diddy Reise cookies. (I also maybe ate one of the cookies because MEMORIES, COME ON! It was totally worth the migraine and stomach ache – this time anyway.) There are still more than a dozen cookies left (my husband took some to work) in case you are wondering. And I haven’t had more than one. Just FYI, nosy people. Eesh.
The only other thing I have to note about our visit was that it was very odd visiting the place I went to college. I didn’t feel much older than a lot of the people I saw walking around, but I could have been 10 years older than some of them. And they were out studying for tests, talking about classes, etc. It was a whole different world. Very odd to be back and visit with things so similar and me so very different.
* Okay, so we might go back. Sometime. I had a hard time enjoying myself with the heat, the impossible parking (“YAY we found one! Oh, it’s only an hour. …They’re ALL only an hour. … Are they giving tickets? … Yes they are.”), the 3 year old with her face slammed into people’s rear-ends (I mean really. I picked her up most of the time to avoid it.), and the people groping (yes, fully) each other in public, I was done. I loved the booths and the stuff for sale though!
I also think I have a bit of an issue because now I go to fairs/festivals and think: “I want that for my booth!” “That’s a good display.” “This has good attendance; I could sell lots of things.” “That store is getting no one – why?” I think I have a problem.