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10 locals share wild ‘only in L.A.’ stories, from a freeway romance to a porn set surprise
When I moved to Los Angeles from New York 20 years ago, I felt like I had landed in an alternate reality — a place where flowers bloomed year-round and a light drizzle was considered a valid reason to cancel plans.
Celebrities of varying sorts dotted the landscape. I spotted Keanu Reeves at the Griddle in West Hollywood and regularly saw Silver Lake’s now-deceased “Walking Man” booking it down Sunset Boulevard, his eyes glued to a folded-up newspaper.
I was invited to the 40th birthday party of a former soft-core porn star — “My IMDB says I’m 29, and that will never change.” she said. I went to the launch of a new line of dog wear designed by Nicholas Cage’s ex-wife. There I met a pair of busty identical twins who were hawking the most saccharine perfume I’d ever smelled. Ryan Phillippe was a huge fan, they told me, batting thick eyelashes.
I could go on. But all of us, if we’ve lived here for any amount of time, have a collection of stories that could happen only in this strange, sprawling city that is home to both the Kardashians and one of the largest unhoused populations in America.
A few weeks ago, we asked readers to share some of their favorite “only in L.A.” stories and the responses did not disappoint. Here you’ll find tales of awkward celebrity encounters, satisfying overheards and one tale of looking for love on a daily commute.
(Kaitlin Brito / For The Times)
Overheard at Starbucks
I go to Starbucks quite often, but it’s not for the coffee, which is why I like it best when it’s crowded. I’m a first-class eavesdropper, and that’s when my chances to overhear juicy morsels are best.
So I was disappointed the other day when I sauntered into my local Starbucks and it was jam-packed just the way I like it, but the only available seating was on the patio with one lone occupant, a young woman.
The odds of capturing any titillating tidbits were not in my favor, but when I took a closer look at her my hopes rose.
She flaunted a flaming red streak in her long dark hair, a golden ring in her right nostril, and both her arms swarmed with jet black tattoos. Her jeans? Ripped, of course. Almost shredded. Lucky for me, soon after I sat down, her cellphone rang. Because of the street noise, she had to shout into it.
Here’s what I overheard: “Yes, I just got back from my trip to the Middle East. Yes, it was eventful. What? What happened? What happened was I got gonorrhea in Dubai.”
— Dolores Banerd, Culver City
The street musician
It was about 8 a.m. when I made a quick visit to the Target store at the Empire Center in Burbank. I unexpectedly heard live music as I walked through the empty parking lot toward the store. As I got closer, I saw a well-dressed man playing an unusual instrument that sounded like a flute but looked like a clarinet. The music was really unusual and, honestly, kind of mesmerizing. I made a mental note to tip the man on my way out.
To my disappointment, the musician was gone when I left the store, but I found him loading his equipment into the trunk of a vintage brown Mercedes. I approached him and thanked him for his music. I told him that he‘d really made my day and handed him a $5 bill as a token of appreciation. He thanked me kindly and flashed a megawatt smile.
It was only months later, while listening to Rick Rubin interview him for his podcast, that I realized the man playing the unusual, hypnotic music in that Burbank parking lot was André 3000.
— Amy Chance, Burbank
(Kaitlin Brito / For The Times)
The P.A.
In 2006, having lived in L.A. for a total of three months, I landed a job as an art department runner on a small independent film. First day, first assignment was to drive out to Agoura Hills on Kanan Dume Road and pick up some film negatives. They gave me an address, a Thomas Guide and a coffee order to pick up on my way back to the office.
After an hour’s drive, I pulled up to a large, gated, cliffside home. I lowered my window to buzz the intercom and was surprised to hear loud techno coming from the house. As I confirmed that I was indeed at the correct address, the voice on the intercom casually said: “We’ve been expecting you, Andrew. What took so long?”
“Sorry, traffic was crazy,” I mumbled.
“No worries, park by the open garage, Andrew.” Again with the using my name thing. So weird.
I parked where instructed, got out of the car and noticed a camera crew recording something in a corner of the garage. “Definitely at the right place,” I thought. As I approached, I was stunned to discover the crew was recording two people — adults, for sure — having sex.
Beet red and embarrassed, I turned away. Suddenly, I heard an empathizing laugh coming my way. The kind of laugh that says, “Ah, that’s cute.” Approaching me was this shirtless, floral board short-wearing surfer dude. He informed me that this was his “porn production pad” but that he actually lived in Malibu.
I followed him through this labyrinth of a house, passing by various other scenes in process as well as a couple of still shoots. It was hilarious to me how quickly I went from utter shock to feeling like this was business as usual.
He gave me the negatives; and yes, it was more porn. He insisted that I look through them to confirm that they were what “we” were looking for. I told him that I hadn’t a clue what “we” were looking for and that he would have to talk to my boss.
“No problem,” he said, “have him call me after he takes a look at the goods.” I returned to my car and casually noticed that the scene was still going on in the garage.
I pulled out my flip phone, speed-dialed home and said, “Mom, you are not going believe what just happened….”
— Andrew Birdzell, Glendale
Spongebob Oops-pants
During the holidays in 2012, my family attended a Christmas party at the Fake Gallery. My parents introduced me to their friend who asked me if I liked “SpongeBob [SquarePants].” I said I thought it was stupid and wasn’t funny. Later, my dad asked me if I knew that their friend was Tom Kenny, the voice of SpongeBob. I did not. In my defense, I was only 11. According to my parents, Tom, at least, found my brutal honesty amusing.
— Millie Rayner, North Hollywood
(Kaitlin Brito / For The Times)
Safe in the colony
In the early ’80s I was working two jobs just to pay rent. I had recently returned from a hostel backpacking trip to Europe where I‘d seen and fallen in love with the art of Kandinsky, Miró, etc.
I had recently met a young friend through work in L.A. who told me that his parents were away and that he didn’t want to be alone at their beach house. Would I like to come over?
I leaped at the opportunity to escape my nonair-conditioned studio in Hollywood. I jumped into my orange Vega and drove out to Malibu. His parents’ home was in the Colony. I stopped at the guard gate (he had forgotten to mention that) and told the guard who I was visiting. Although he was dubious, I batted my eyelashes a few times and he let me through. I drove by the homes, mesmerized. The ocean — it was like a picture.
I parked and knocked on the very tall door. No answer. I tried the bell. No answer. So I turned the knob and gingerly walked in. To the right was the living room and over the massive fireplace was [a painting of] a Bull by Marc Chagall.
My friend came in from the patio (replete with a pool) to greet me. I stammered: “Is this the original?” He wasn’t charmed but graciously said, “Yes.”
He took me on a tour of the [art in the] house — Picassos, Moore, etc. I told him he really should keep the door locked. I am sure he thought I was an ingrate but said they never locked their door — it was the Colony.
— Amy Grey, Toluca Lake
(Kaitlin Brito / For The Times)
In the valley of the dolls
I had a friend whose friend worked on a TV show that was one of the most popular at the time. Not long before, I had moved to L.A., and it seemed like a place where anything was possible. So when she said she wanted to set me up with the very famous comedian who was the star of the TV show on which her friend worked, I thought, “Why not?”
At a sports bar in the Valley where the cast and crew hung out after they filmed the show, I met the famous comedian. We hit it off. He asked me if I wanted to go out some time. I said sure. What was I going to do, say no?
For our first date, we went bowling. Afterward, we headed to his house in the Hollywood Hills. At a certain point, the famous comedian explained to me that he owned four high-end, life-size love dolls. When we arrived at his place, I found these dolls, which cost thousands of dollars apiece, seated at various locations around his home.
He went to grab us some beers from the kitchen, and I took a seat next to one of the dolls on the sofa. Its silicone tongue was sticking out between its lips, and I couldn’t resist pulling on it, and it came out in my hand. Luckily, I was able to get the tongue back in the doll’s mouth before the famous comedian returned with our beers.
After that, the famous comedian and I dated for a few months, and I even saw him play live in Vegas, watching from the wings as he worked the crowd. But in the end, he ghosted me. I have no idea what became of his love dolls.
— Susannah Breslin, Burbank
What movie were you in again?
I am a Minneapolis native and have lived in L.A. for 34 years. Like all transplanted Angelenos, hosting out-of-town family is a rite of passage and a great way to experience the city. After eating dinner with my oldest brother and his adult son from Minnesota at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, I lighted a cigarette in the alleyway while waiting for the valet.
A man across the drive signaled to me if he could bum a cigarette. As he approached me, he looked familiar. I said, “Do I know you?”
He smiled. “I’m a C-list actor.”
My nephew walked over and exclaimed, “You’re Ray Liotta. I know you from the movies.”
Ray chuckled, “Yeah, name one.”
My brother then came over and we laughed together but could not remember one movie name for him. Ray asked me to light his borrowed cigarette and gleefully pointed his finger at us, and with a wide smile proclaimed, “See!”
— Joseph Neeb, Sylmar
On-ramp dating
I used to commute to work from my shabby Palos Verdes apartment to Santa Monica, taking side streets until the Rosecrans 405 on-ramp. Regularly, I found myself inching around the cloverleaf next to a handsome man in a blue BMW. He usually read the newspaper while waiting to get on the freeway. I might be finishing my makeup. We often smiled at each other and toasted with our coffees. One day, after several commuting encounters, he reached over to the passenger side to press his business card up against the window. He worked for an insurance company. I called him; we met at a nice place in Manhattan Beach, dated for a few weeks, but it didn’t work out. On-ramp dating: the precursor to online dating.
— Paula Olson, Laguna Beach
(Kaitlin Brito / For The Times)
An L.A. flower
I was in downtown Los Angeles and a young lady who was seemingly intoxicated and unhoused was dancing around in the street with a bouquet of flowers cradled in her arms. She pirouetted and handed me a single flower. I was gracious in accepting but was kind of at a loss in terms of begrudgingly having to carry around a lone flower all night.
As the evening dragged on, I was resigned to just discarding the flower in a receptacle. I was at Union Station when I encountered an elderly woman who looked a little bereft and in need of cheering up. I handed her the hydrangea and she immediately smiled and the entire historic, high-ceilinged ticketing concourse lighted up 1,000 watts.
I learned the next day that she was the special guest of a screening commemorating the nearby bygone Harvey Restaurant, where she was one of the original Harvey Girls who had purportedly brought civility and style to the American Southwest in the 1940s. She mentioned what a lovely surprise it was to receive a random laurel of a single stem. So two very eccentric and whimsical encounters with ephemeral only-in-L.A. Angels on a standard ol’ evening out downtown.
— Tommy Bui, Pacoima
Diet-quake
The Sylmar earthquake of 1971 was a very memorable event for me. I was thrown out of my bed in my parents’ house in San Fernando. Extensive damage was everywhere. We lost power, water, gas. However, our landline was still functioning. We got a call a few hours after the initial shock. The woman identified herself as Marlene Dietrich.
My father was an orphan who grew up in Hollywood at his aunt’s house. He went to Hollywood High, where he met some future celebrities. Later, he got a job at Lockheed assembling planes and bought a house in the Valley.
Marlene’s husband lived in a small cottage in Sylmar surrounded by olive trees, not far from our house. When news of the earthquake reached her, she called friends who referred her to my father. She wanted us to check on his condition since his phone was not working. Thankfully, he was fine despite some damage to the house.
I did get a chance to meet her, her husband and daughter a few months later. They needed some help but I didn’t have much free time due to college preparation. They seemed like very nice people and treated us well, even though we were just a simple working-class family. My mother, however, never liked her because she was so “free spirited.”
— Alan Coles, Long Beach
The Panhandler
Shortly after moving here, I was approached by a panhandler in the parking garage of the Beverly Center. His pitch: “Can you help me out? I left my wallet at the recording studio.”
— Kurt Weldon, Winnetka
You want to see some real fashion ingenuity? Watch the N.F.L. draft.
I’m not saying it’s all good, but where else are you going to see someone in a double-breasted suit made by a company better known for making yoga pants? Or an Abercrombie & Fitch suit jacket so short that it exposes the belt loops on the pants beneath?
On the whole, the style on display at the N.F.L. draft last night was very overeager senior formal: a lot of suits in colors beyond basic blue. The quarterback Ty Simpson wore a custom suit by the athleisure label Alo, which, I have to say, looked better than I would have envisioned had you said the words “Alo Yoga suit” to me.
I thought it might have been from Suitsupply, but the conspicuous “Alo” pin on his right lapel put that idea to rest. Simpson, smartly, unfastened that beacon before appearing onstage as the 13th pick to the Los Angeles Rams. He had, perhaps, satisfied his contractual obligations by that point.
Earlier in the evening, as the wide receiver Carnell Tate threw up his arms in exaltation after being picked fourth by the Tennessee Titans, his cropped Abercrombie & Fitch jacket revealed a swatch of rib cage. He looked like a mâitre d’ who had just hit the Mega Millions.
During the N.B.A.’s extended fashion awakening, its draft has become a sandbox for luxury brands to cozy up to would-be endorsers. The Frenchman Victor Wembanyama broke a kind of cashmere ceiling when he wore Louis Vuitton to go first overall in the 2023 N.B.A. draft.
The N.F.L. draft has none of that. The brands you see are often not brands at all, but custom tailors that reach the league’s neophytes through a whisper network among players. The draft is also a platform to raise the curtain on longer-term brand deals that better suit these rookies. We may, for instance, never see Simpson in a suit again. Nearly every photo from his time at Alabama shows him in a T-shirt or hoodie. It makes sense for him to sign with Alo.
Football is the most mainstream of American cultural entities. And it’s one that still hasn’t, in spite of the league’s best efforts, taken off overseas. Few players, save some quarterbacks and a tight end who happens to be engaged to a pop star, feel bigger than the game itself. If you’re a new-to-the-league linebacker, you’ll most likely never harness the star power to grab the attention of Armani, but you might have just the right pull for Abercrombie.
The N.F.L. draft is therefore one of the few red carpets where the brands worn by the athletes may also be worn by those watching at home. How many people watching the Oscars will ever own clothes from Louis Vuitton or Chanel? People may comment online about Lady Gaga wearing Matières Fécales to the Grammys, but how many of those fans and viewers could afford to buy clothes from it?
The Japanese designers changing fashion
Yesterday, I published a deep dive into how a newish crop of Japanese designers are soaking up all the attention in men’s fashion right now. This was a piece I was writing in my head long before I sat down and finally started typing. I remember sitting at a fashion show in Paris over a year ago — I believe it was Dior — and being asked by my seatmate if I’d made it over to a showroom in the Marais to check out A.Presse. That Tokyo-based brand is now part of a vanguard of Japanese labels that, on many days, seems to be all anyone in fashion wants to talk about. I spent months talking with designers, store owners and big-time shoppers to make sense of why these brands have kicked up so much buzz and, more than that, what makes their clothes so great. You can read the story here.
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Thirty years ago, comedian and actor Tig Notaro didn’t have a clear direction in life, so she followed some childhood friends who wanted to get into entertainment to Los Angeles. Secretly wanting to do stand-up, Notaro decided to try her luck at various outlets in town, which became the start of her successful career.
“I stayed on my friends’ couch near the Hollywood Improv on Melrose, and a couple months later, got my own studio apartment in the Miracle Mile area,” Notaro says. “I love all the options for everything in L.A. — the entertainment, the restaurants. I like to stay active. So many people love the hiking options in Los Angeles, and I’m one of them.”
In Sunday Funday, L.A. people give us a play-by-play of their ideal Sunday around town. Find ideas and inspiration on where to go, what to eat and how to enjoy life on the weekends.
Notaro appears in Season 3 of Apple TV’s “The Morning Show” and is a series regular on Paramount+’s “Star Trek: Starfleet Academy,” as she was on “Star Trek: Discovery.” She’s also a touring stand-up comic and hosts “Handsome,” a comedy podcast, with Fortune Feimster and Mae Martin. The trio will be taping a live show May 4 at the Wiltern with the cast of Netflix’s “The Hunting Wives.” The live shows include interviews, but also “incorporate some ridiculous things,” she says. For example, upon hearing that some of the hosts always wanted to learn to tap dance, Notaro “hired a tap instructor to come to our live show in Austin and teach us how to tap dance in front of the audience.”
Notaro lives near Hollywood with her wife, actor Stephanie Allynne, their 9-year-old fraternal twin boys, Max and Finn, and three cats, Fluff, Linus and Skip. When she’s not touring, her ideal Sundays include sampling vegan restaurants, wandering through bookstores or museums, and doing something physically active with the family.
This interview has been lightly edited and condensed for length and clarity.
6 a.m.: Up with the kids
Because we have active children, we still wake up at 6 a.m. or 6:30 a.m. on Sunday, but there’s not as much of a rush to get going. Stephanie and I will often have coffee and chat in the living room together. I love that part of the day. Stephanie may cook breakfast, but Max and Finn are pretty self-sufficient and can make certain little meals for themselves. Max is really starting to take an interest in cooking, so he’d make breakfast for himself. Our family is vegan, but he eats eggs, so he makes himself an egg sandwich with avocado a lot of times.
9 a.m.: Daily morning walk
After breakfast, we usually have a morning walk around our neighborhood. That’s a daily thing I like to do, regardless of what’s going on. Now that I’m not touring as much, tennis is back on the schedule. So I’d go to Plummer Park in West Hollywood and play for a while, then join the family for lunch.
11:30 a.m.: Hike with a side of chickpea sandwich
I love Trails, a cafe in Griffith Park, where you can eat outdoors. It serves simple food, and has good vegan options. I usually get their chickpea salad sandwich. The food there is great. Afterward, we’d visit Griffith Observatory, where there’s lots to see. There are lots of great trails in the park, so we’d go for an hour hike before leaving.
3 p.m.: Browse the shelves for rock biographies
Bookstores are fun, so we’d head downtown for the Last Bookstore, which is in a historic building with lots of vintage books. I really love all things plant-based, and I’m a very big music fanatic. So I love to look for vegan books, nutrition books, rock biographies and autobiographies. It’s just fun to browse around the stacks.
If we didn’t go to the bookstore, we’d probably go to LACMA. Our sons are huge fans of art and want to go for each new exhibit. They love Hockney, Basquiat and Picasso, to name a few.
4 p.m.: Cuddle with cuties at a cat cafe
We’d then make a quick stop at [Crumbs & Whiskers], a kitten and cat cafe on Melrose for coffee, snacks and to pet the cats. It’s best to make reservations in advance. There’s cats all around the place that need to be adopted. You can visit and pet them, or find a new roommate. I’d love to take some home, but we already have three.
5:30 p.m. Italian or sushi, but make it vegan
We’re an early dinner family. One restaurant we like is Pura Vita in West Hollywood. It’s the greatest vegan Italian food, and for non-vegans, nobody ever knows the difference. It’s the first 100% plant-based Italian restaurant in the United States. They make an incredible kale salad and I love the San Gennaro pizza. It’s got cashew mozzarella, tomato sauce, Italian sausage crumble and more.
Then there’s Planta in Marina del Rey. It’s right on the harbor and you can sit outside and look at the boats coming in and out. They have sushi, salads and other plant-based entrees. They’ve got a really great spicy tuna roll that’s made out of watermelon. They are magicians.
Or there’s Crossroads Kitchen in West Hollywood. They play the best classic rock, and the atmosphere is upscale, fine dining. The appetizers that we always get are called Moroccan Cigars, which are vegan meat substitutes fried in a rolled batter. I really like the grilled lion’s mane steak, their mushroom steak with truffle potatoes, or the scallopini Milanese, that has a chicken or tofu option. I get the chicken with arugula on top. I always love to have a decaf espresso with dessert, which is either a brownie sundae or banana pudding.
7:30 p.m.: Comfort watch or word games
After dinner, the kids often like to watch an episode of “Friends,” a show that all ages enjoy, sports or “The Simpsons.” Or we’d play a game where each of us will add a word to a sentence and create a weird or funny long sentence until one of our sons says period. Then they’ll try and remember the whole sentence and repeat it back.
9:30 p.m.: Bubble bath then bed
The boys usually go to bed at 8:30 p.m. and bedtime for us is 9:30 p.m. Stephanie and I would read or chat. I like to take a bubble bath, if people must know. The best Sundays for me mean finding a good balance of relaxing and being active. I feel very lucky that my family and I can do those things together.
When Marian Sherry Lurio and Jonathan Buffington Nguyen met at a mutual friend’s wedding at Higgins Lake, Mich., in July 2022, both felt an immediate chemistry. As the evening progressed, they sat on the shore of the lake in Adirondack chairs under the stars, where they had their first kiss before joining others for a midnight plunge.
The two learned that the following weekend Ms. Lurio planned to attend a wedding in Philadelphia, where Mr. Nguyen lives, and before they had even exchanged numbers, they already had a first date on the books.
“I have a vivid memory of after we first met,” Mr. Nguyen said, “just feeling like I really better not screw this up.”
Before long, they were commuting between Philadelphia and New York City, where Ms. Lurio lives, spending weekends and the odd remote work days in one another’s apartments in Philadelphia and Manhattan. Within the first six months of dating, Mr. Nguyen joined Ms. Lurio’s family for Thanksgiving in Villanova, Pa., and, the following month, she met his family in Beavercreek, Ohio, at a surprise birthday party for Mr. Nguyen’s mother.
Ms. Lurio, 32, who grew up in Merion Station outside Philadelphia, works in investor relations administration at Flexpoint Ford, a private equity firm. She graduated from Dartmouth College with a bachelor’s degree in history and psychology.
Mr. Nguyen, also 32, was born in Knoxville, Tenn., and raised in Beavercreek, Ohio, from the age of 7. He graduated from Haverford College with a bachelor’s degree in political science and is now a director at Doyle Real Estate Advisors in Philadelphia.
Their long-distance relationship continued for the next few years. There were dates in Manhattan, vacations and beach trips to the Jersey Shore. They attended sporting events and discovered their shared appreciation of the 2003 film, “Love Actually.”
One evening, Mr. Nguyen recalled looking around Ms. Lurio’s small New York studio — strewed with clothes and the takeout meal they had ordered — and feeling “so comfortable and safe.” “I knew that this was something different than just sort of a fling,” he said.
It was an open question when they would move in together. In 2024, Ms. Lurio began the process of moving into Mr. Nguyen’s home in Philadelphia — even bringing her cat, Scott — but her plans changed midway when an opportunity arose to expand her role with her current employer.
Mr. Nguyen was on board with her decision. “It almost feels like stolen valor to call it ‘long distance,’ because it’s so easy from Philadelphia to New York,” Mr. Nguyen said. “The joke is, it’s easier to get to Philly from New York than to get to some parts of Brooklyn from Manhattan, right?”
In January 2025, Mr. Nguyen visited Ms. Lurio in New York with more up his sleeve than spending the weekend. Together they had discussed marriage and bespoke rings, but when Mr. Nguyen left Ms. Lurio and an unfinished cheese plate at the bar of the Chelsea Hotel that Friday evening, she had no idea what was coming next.
“I remember texting Jonathan,” Ms. Lurio said, bewildered: “‘You didn’t go toward the bathroom!’” When a Lobby Bar server came and asked her to come outside, Ms. Lurio still didn’t realize what was happening until she was standing in the hallway, where Mr. Nguyen stood recreating a key moment from the film “Love Actually,” in which one character silently professes his love for another in writing by flashing a series of cue cards. There, in the storied Chelsea Hotel hallway still festooned with Christmas decorations, Mr. Nguyen shared his last card that said, “Will you marry me?”
They wed on April 11 in front of 200 guests at the Pump House, a covered space on the banks of Philadelphia’s Schuylkill River. Mr. Nguyen’s sister, the Rev. Elizabeth Nguyen, who is ordained through the Unitarian Universalist Association, officiated.
Although formal attire was suggested, Ms. Lurio said that the ceremony was “pretty casual.” She and Jonathan got ready together, and their families served as their wedding parties.
“I said I wanted a five-minute wedding,” Ms. Lurio recalled, though the ceremony ended up lasting a little longer than that. During the ceremony, Ms. Nguyen read a homily and jokingly added that guests should not ask the bride and groom about their living arrangements, which will remain separate for the foreseeable future.
While watching Ms. Lurio walk down the aisle, flanked by her parents, Mr. Nguyen said he remembered feeling at once grounded in the moment and also a sense of dazed joy: “Like, is this real? I felt very lucky in that moment — and also just excited for the party to start!”
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