The Lake-Show.
Listen to this:
While you read below . . . It will help set the mood for just how I feel when I think about one of the best days of my life.
And then click here to see photos detailing how I coerced Nohea (sometimes, she IS easily persuaded, this best friend of mine) into bedazzling purple tinted jugs the night before the 2009 World Champion Lakers Parade. Considering she’s not a Laker fan, she sure puts up with a lot from me. 
Click to see how I brilliantly had the idea to wear a bright pink, hideous tent dress (that now resides as a favorite due to sheer sentimental value) so that when I got lost, my pint-sized friend would be able to find me. Click so that you never make the mistake of painting “#1″ on your chest like me and having people yell out, “Yeahhhh #1″ at the sight of your horrendous (but totally kind of worth it) tanline for the next couple of months.
Click to see photos of those lovely holy-grails-of-water-jugs filled with “victory juice” while Nohea and I wake up at 5:00 in the morning to hop the Metro Blue Line with our old, rusty bikes (read: my bike and one I uh, borrowed from my stepmom). Click to see photos of our obligatory, traditional breakfast at The Pantry on Fig Street- Nohea’s first time ever eating there! Click to see a photo of me and Nohea in front of the Pantry with some of LA’s finest. Click to see some photos of the crowd swelling as we ride our bikes from the Staples Center to the Colliseum. “Those girls on bikes are geniuses. They get to cut right through people.” I AM A GENIUS! Click to see photos of the Colliseum filling up to capacity, of the fans in “We want our Tacos” shirts. Of Vick the Brick pumping up sections of the crowd. Click to see little kids going crazy, waving their sweatshirts around the tops of their heads. Click to see grown men partying like it’s 1999.
Click to view the Lake-Show and see photos of one of the best days of my entire life: the day the Los Angeles Lakers returned the NBA World Championship to it’s rightful home, in the heart of Downtown Los Angeles, The Staples Center.
“There’s no place like home.”
