California Love

I have much to report, but let us backtrack to the rest of my Cali trip/vacation. Friday night I could scarcely have been happier to leave work - my last supershift, and I still had a glorious weekend in front of me. Plus, U and I ditched Baldwin Park in favor of the downtown Omni. Just steps from the MOCA and all manner of water fixtures, and only $4 more than Baldwin Park's Courtyard Marriott. Thank you, Hotwire. (Plus Friday night was covered anyway.) Friday and Saturday included dinners at Roy's and a diner with a great vintage menu font, brunch at Hugo's (at last, I am a Hugo's alum!) a stop at the Hollywood Amoeba where I made one purchase (Madonna's Immaculate Collection - and I refuse to apologize!), Venice Beach (kelp! dogs!), and the Upright Citizens Brigade doing improv based on people's descriptions of their crappy jobs. Typically, everyone interviewed really wanted to work in film or television. Oh, and we stopped at a used bookstore where I was psyched to find a Kyoko Mori adult novel. I had no idea! On Sunday, I flew home. In a little less than two years' time, I have gone from having visited California once when I was four to having been there about six times. The constant through most of them, of course, has been U - the official Best LA Companion Evar. Really, I think it's in a book somewhere.