So we’re here in Los Angeles enjoying our time. Yet both of us have a feeling like we’re caught in a holding pattern, awaiting landing instructions. The house escrow was supposed to be closed on Friday, something went awry so we are expecting to close on Thursday (long weekend). Because of this, we basically came to LA a week early. Don’t get me wrong, I love LA, but the city is a sticky-sweet affair best kept at small doses. My good buddies James and Ben have graciously given us their apartment to stay in, while they are up in the bay area. It’s an ideal situation. We get to be extended house guests without getting in the hair of our friends. I can’t imagine the bill of having to stay in a hotel. Thank you boys!
I’m not taking as many pictures as I would like, while we’ve been here and yesterday I missed the most amazing “Typical Los Angeles” shot. I kicked myself for a half-hour afterward for having forgotten the camera on this particular day. I’m not even gonna describe it, just one moment, lost in time, recorded somewhere in the back of my brain.
