Sometimes the complete lack of culture in LA really gets me down. I know it's out there somewhere, but it's hard to find and traffic makes everything difficult to get to. Also, I don't count movies as being the cultural avatar of our time. There is actually more to life, thank you. So the other night, Glenn and I met some friends for dinner at a Brazilian restaurant with the best name EVER. Zabumba is on the corner of Venice and Overland. I just want to say the name over and over and over again. Zabumba. Zabumba. Zabumba. OK, that's good. We had us some caipirhinas, listened to the samba band and watched the Carnivale parades on an endless video loop.
Why were we all hesitant to get up and dance when the Brazilians on TV clearly had no compunction about shaking their booty in public? We're white and rhythm-free but that's no excuse. It's so easy to get stuck in a wine bar frame of mind. We need more zabumba in our lives. Or at least more regular injections of culture. There's only so many nights of dinner and a movie one person can take.
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