L.A. Live — Restaurant in Los Angeles

I attended a movie last night at Regal Cinema at L.A. Live with friends and family. There were multiple events going on, so as usual, we were not allowed to park at the parking lot that is assigned to the theater. This is inconvenient for more than one reason. To begin, it is inconvenient for people that are handicapped. To have to park somewhere else and walk further to the theater is an inconvenience because at that point it ceases to be handicapped accessible. I was with someone that is handicapped, we tried to explain it to your staff at the street that leads to said parking lot, and they said that they couldn't do anything about it. It is also inconvenient because the only parking lot that that you are allowed to park in when traffic is coming out, which is part of L.A. Live just as the movie theater is, does not accept validation from the movie theater. We used the intercom at the pay station and someone was sent to talk to us. They were, of course, "unable" to help us and said, "I hate to say it, but the only other option you have is to go to another theater, you don't have to come here." I don't believe that anyone in any type of business setting would even dare say something so absurd or be accepting of this as a response to a complaint. I am sure that if this were to get to your corporate offices, they would not see that as an acceptable response. To turn a customer away and tell them not to come back, rather than give the pricing of a validated ticket is unacceptable. I know to some $15 dollars instead of $8 isn't a big difference, but to some people it is, and not just that. The fact that someone that is walking with a cane, because they are handicapped, is made to walk further than they should or can, is also unacceptable. Someone in your company should be made aware of this. Not only the fact that handicapped people are being treated unfairly, but that you would rather turn paying customers away and tell them not to return, than issue a validation is beyond ridiculous. Needless to say, we will not be returning, and will make sure to let the rest of our friends and family not to give you...

Tupac- Wake me when I’m Free at The Canvas at L.A. Live was an outstanding experience…to be able to immerse fully into the life of Tupac from the time he was a very young child …and throughout his lifetime during his music fame as a rapper was such an unforgettable and entertaining all the art and memorabilia of the famous rapper from pictures and his journals his poems and all his songs…lifestyle and music and movies are given to you by a click of a button to hear and enjoy the incredible work put together by many to bring all this music culture to our ears…sight…and smell!!! Wow it was mind blowing to me…it transferred me back to my younger years when this music was it 💯…and to just think that I wasn’t going to attend because someone isn’t present anymore…Im grateful that my inner self said go and enjoy it…why not, had a great time seeing all the sculptures and exhibits they had of his life that definitely by the time you’re at the store you can’t leave without buying a memorabilia visiting L.A. for the Super Bowl, this is a must on your list to go do while visiting us! …so yes mask required during this event with proof of your Covid vaccines along with your tickets and I.D. Is required upon entering I used ASX to purchase these tickets as a Christmas gift…super easy access to tickets on cell phone. Staff here super courteous and helpful Precious and Quincey were very polite and delightful to speak to while at the Store area of the exhibit…parking is available in the L.A. Live building structures arrive early and to save money on parking if you have the time you can go to the movies and Regal theater close to where the Canvas at L.A. Live is located enjoy a movie obtain validation and save on parking ticket..🙌💯…remember you must pay your parking ticket before exiting the parking lot. These are some helpful things to note if you’re interested in doing them…enjoy the event and your time in Los Angeles to the fullest and even if you’re not here during Super Bowl weekend the event will still be open after...

Corn was fire. Emotional damage was free.

Came to LA Live to catch a sports game — had a great time overall. The energy in the building is electric, and the setup is top-tier. Only knocking off one star because, well… concessions are expensive. Like compliance-fees-and-rent-just-hit-my-account expensive.

I had just spent a chunk of change getting my new company (Oakridge) in legal shape and paying rent, so when I showed up to the game on a date — tickets courtesy of a generous client — I was already strapped. My date, principled to a fault, refused to buy concessions herself. We both sat through the first half hungry, silently pretending we weren’t.

At halftime, she left. Came back with food — a lot of food. Turns out she ran into her ex-boyfriend at the game. He bought us everything.

Now, instead of just enjoying the free snacks, I spiraled. Jealousy. Assumptions. Insecurity. I accused her of still seeing him. She clarified nothing was going on — and she was telling the truth. But the team lost, and so did I. We broke up that night.

The kicker? Her ex DMed me later in the week to laugh about it. Apparently, during their relationship, he realized he was attracted to men and is currently transitioning. Which, honestly, good for him.

The corn on the cob? Incredible. A+.

My therapist said this whole thing was just another example of my self-sabotaging behavior. (She’s not the first to say that — my last corporate boss said something similar before he fired me for sleeping with one of the employees for his old boss, whom he still has a major rivalry with.)

The whole experience made me double up on therapy sessions.

Funny enough, while sitting in the waiting room, I ran into an old friend I’ve always been lowkey into. She was there being treated for love addiction. We exchanged numbers before my second session of the week.

Now I have a new girlfriend. She’s beautiful, brilliant — and insanely jealous. But hey, that’s a story for...