I guess they had some trouble with bad behavior in the past because the entrance to town was plastered with warning signs. After agreeing not to break any of their rules, they let me past the checkpoint and it was time to find a phone.
And I couldn't miss a chance to get a shot with this lovely classic car. After some looking around, I settled down to wait in the church. It was a quaint little thing, looked like it had been abandoned for a while. So when my friends showed up they caught me goofing around on the pulpit. . . just reading, I promise. They were all more than happy to get in on the fun.
Across the street was an air strip. We spent a little time playing WWII pinup girl but since the plane wasn't big enough to carry us all (and no one knew how to fuel it let alone fly it) we figured we should probably leave it where it was.
The diner, like the rest of town, was deserted but they had a jukebox, pinball and ice cream. What more could a girl ask for?
The best part of an abandoned town? Free booze! Properly liquored up, we were ready to head on to the beach. That's a story on it own but maybe a little sneak peak wouldn't hurt.
Live from Venice Beach, this is Prof Outlandish reminding you that the best way to keep your clothes from getting sweaty when you work out is to take them off.