My friend is getting married in October. That's really cool and all the only thing is the dude lives in England. So she's been planning for months to go to the British Consulate in Los Angeles to get her visa. She doesn't drive so I agreed to drive her. It would be a nifty little road trip before she moves across the freaking planet.

So I took a day off of work and drove us all the way to Los Angeles and they wouldn't give her the visa. It was already paid for and everything! I guess if you get the fiance visa you have to be getting married in the UK. Apparently nobody informed her or her man of this fact. Whatever!

So our trip was wasted but we had an good time anyway(after getting over being pissed off about the visa). We went to Venice and did a little bit of shopping. Well, as much as 2 broke people can shop.

The room we ended up staying in looked like it belonged to someone's grandma who lived on a rural farm somewhere. I made a small documentary about this fact. My first actual "movie", if you can call it that. You can't but it's still funny. If you have read this far you are required to watch the movie and leave some kind of (preferably favorable) comment. You can't say I'm lame cause I already know.

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