You know how every single action movie from the '80s that takes place in Los Angeles begins with wide shots of sunny, palm tree-laden streets and ironic Christmas music? Well, Christmas in L.A. isn't really like that. It's cold. It's damp. And the CVS by your house won't stop playing that alternative rock version of "Little Drummer Boy."
And so it is that many Angelenos mentally shut down until sometime after Valentine's Day. Here, then, are eight other signs it's the "holiday season" in the land of sunshine and fro yo:
Angelenos are not exactly the most formal dressers on the planet, but things get a little ridiculous this time of year, as grown men can be seen wearing sweatpants all hours of the day, showing up to work looking like hobos waiting in line at the methadone clinic. The thought process may go something like this: I'm not leaving the house, I'm not leaving the house, fuck it, I have to leave the house, but I'll be damned if I'm going to wear actual pants. In L.A., 'tis the season for giving up.