Leaving On A Jet Plane…
I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane.
I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane.
The heat is on. Los Angeles was sweltering yesterday. I literally burned my finger opening the car door.
Zac Efron should have been having fun at the Santa Monica Pier rather than hanging in downtown LA. He could have gotten a natural high from the views and the rides rather than having a fist fight with the transients on sketchy skid row.
Sunday morning and I am sitting at the beach in Pacific Palisades with the latest John Grisham book, Sycamore Row, a great beach read, a Starbucks nonfat cap more foam than milk (like, so LA) and my sweetheart of many years.
Back in Los Angeles and for southern California, it is a bit chilly. The temperature is in the 40’s and 50’s and people are freaking out. To a menopausal woman, the cool air is brilliant. It seems like fall, but walking the doggies I am overwhelmed by the locals reaction to the weather.
Touched down in Los Angeles and it was raining. The nerve of Albert Hammond to incorrectly forecast in the huge hit song, “It Never Rains In Southern California”. After the rain is the most beautiful time here. All is clear and sparkling and you fall in love with LaLaLand. The streets and shopping malls are…
Footnote: I just returned from spin class and I am pissed. In light of today’s blog, I sat next to a bikini wearing (inappropriate for her body and age) Equinox member who spent the ENTIRE spin class texting on her iphone!! Talk about Entitlement, yes, capital E! She left her dirty towels and failed to…
Just returned from desolate Chez Ravine…yes, it is located in the USA. It is the site of Dodger Stadium and the city built the stadium in 1962 perhaps as an internment camp because there is only one way in and one way out. My beloved Yankees were in town so Courtny and her friend Cat…