THE LARGEST ASIAN NIGHT MARKET IN AMERICA IS IN A RACETRACK PARKING LOT IN ARCADIA AND I AM NOT CALM. two hundred vendors. the ube soft serve line is 40 minutes and WORTH IT. i ate seven things last year. seven. my stom…THE LARGEST ASIAN NIGHT MARKET IN AMERICA IS IN A RACETRACK PARKING LOT IN ARCADIA AND I AM NOT CALM. two hundred vendors. the ube soft serve line is 40 minutes and WORTH IT. i ate seven things last year. seven. my stomach filed a grievance. AGAIN. more

Here's the play: you, a linen suit you've no business owning, a hat that's frankly too much, and a grandstand where the Pacific breaks past the finish line. Bing Crosby built this in 1937 to look this goo…Here's the play: you, a linen suit you've no business owning, a hat that's frankly too much, and a grandstand where the Pacific breaks past the finish line. Bing Crosby built this in 1937 to look this good. Opens once a year. Dress up. You're welcome. more

There is a room in North Park where someone reads a poem they wrote that morning and a stranger cries. Every first and third Thursday. No cover. No judges. Just a mic and whoever is brave enough to stand behind it. The …There is a room in North Park where someone reads a poem they wrote that morning and a stranger cries. Every first and third Thursday. No cover. No judges. Just a mic and whoever is brave enough to stand behind it. The regulars already know your name. more

You already know who you'd send this to. The one friend who picks the same two members every time, who texts you at 2am about a fancam. There's an afternoon where the whole room is that friend — the deco table…You already know who you'd send this to. The one friend who picks the same two members every time, who texts you at 2am about a fancam. There's an afternoon where the whole room is that friend — the deco table, the keep-it cupsleeve, the mini-game that turns the stranger next to you into the group chat you didn't have this morning. You don't go to these to meet idols. You go to find out your people were already here. more

You know the friend you trade with — the one who texts you the second a set drops and the one you'd actually drive to Anaheim with. Picture every game you both grind, the vintage binders, the trade tables, all of i…You know the friend you trade with — the one who texts you the second a set drops and the one you'd actually drive to Anaheim with. Picture every game you both grind, the vintage binders, the trade tables, all of it in one room for one weekend. Some weekends are just for the people who already get it. Send this to them. They'll know. more

There's a floor where they drop the opening theme you've only ever cried to alone, and a thousand people scream it back. You already know the one person who needs to be standing next to you.

There's a room where the Star Wars kid and the emo kid finally turn out to be the same person, and everyone in it knows every word. You already know who you'd send this to.

It's almost midnight, the badge is off, and the costume is still on. Somewhere in a glowing room full of strangers who turned out to be your people, the helmets light up and nobody wants the week to end. You know e…It's almost midnight, the badge is off, and the costume is still on. Somewhere in a glowing room full of strangers who turned out to be your people, the helmets light up and nobody wants the week to end. You know exactly who you'd text right now. more