Afternoon of Dangerous Surreality

I was outside practicing poi at around 4 in the afternoon today, spinning to my heart's content and listening to some The Knife when I heard this horrible screeching of tires and crashing sound. I wrapped up my poi and walked out to Coldwater expecting to see an accident. There was nothing, so I turned down Magnolia and sure enough there was a black convertible Cabrio that had apparently slammed into the railing over the LA River.

There were already a number of people there, so I hung back. I asked the woman who was making the phone calls if I could get anything, since I lived right there, but there wasn't.

The woman driving the car was alive, but freaking out. It seemed like a combination of drugs and shock from the accident. It was really crazy.

She had hit the railing over the river so hard that it had actually collapsed a section of it. She's lucky the car didn't go over.

Later, I was heading over to El Torito for an early birthday dinner with Dane-ums, and I stopped by the section to look at the railing. I hadn't realized that the piece of metal that was wrapped around the railing was her license plate.

Weirdness aside, I then went to meet up with Dane and a bunch of his/our friends for food. Dinner was delightful, and our time afterward at the Pineeapple Hill was also lovely.