So The Girl and I got up early from our West LA headquarters and decided to head up to San Vincente in Brentwood and walk down to City Bakery. City Bakery was great, 1000’s of calories were ingested, but then burned again on the walk home.
Here’s the thing about Brentwood: These people are different. My previous example of a Brentwood resident was OJ Simpson, and he seemed like a nice enough guy. But there are some entitled peoples living up here. The worst of which being the ladies that strap on their sweat pants and ridiculous hats and rudely say “EXCUSE ME” to other people she’s trying to brisk-walk past. If you see this lady on San Vincente walking down the dirt pathy by the Brentwood Country Club, steer clear, she is a handful. Good luck red shorts guy.
