Let me explain. AK and I discovered the Old Zoo Picnic Area of Griffith Park when we went hiking over the holidays. Built by the WPA, these old habitats and enclosures served as the LA Zoo until the mid-‘60s, when the animals moved on up to (comparatively) deluxe quarters a couple of miles northeast.
Now you can picnic in and around the Old Zoo. Since wandering through decaying ruins and eating outdoors are two of my favorite activities, there was really no other place I could have my party, even though a small co
Each habitat seemed to have drawn a different subculture to picnic there—kid’s family birthday, stoner couple with dog, teenage punks who called out, “Hey, what are you drinking?”—so it really was like wandering around a human zoo. One of the stoners gave Jamie the finger when she took his picture, so I didn’t even try.
When we weren’t engaging in armchair anthropology, we played Frisbee and bocce ball, blew bubbles, drank Alberto’s park-ready Birthday Punch, ate burgers and dogs (veggie and non) grilled with amazing rapidity and skill by AK, and gobbled up three kinds of pasta salad and two kinds of cake. Thanks for coming everyone, and thanks,
I’m not actually 30 until tomorrow, so I’ll save the requisite freaking out about getting older until then.