Not a bad way to start a vacation, that. Of course, nobody planned this little bit of loveliness; it's not like the airlines said, "Let's schedule a flight for this time; the trip should be really really pretty." No, it was very much by accident. I don't think many people noticed - a lot of them were watching Jane Eyre or whatever nonsense was playing on the in-flight movie - but I saw it and I loved it.
That's pretty much the theme so far: I saw it and I loved it.
When my Dad took a job outside of Los Angeles almost a year ago, the immediate thought was 'that's so far away, when are we ever going to see him?' But now that I'm on vacation (and sweet lord did I need a vacation) it has worked out nicely. I'm staying in Laguna Beach, a place I have no business staying, for a little over a week, and I've loved every minute of it. Here's a picture:
I'm trying to take it easy as much as possible and just enjoy being somewhere nice without trying to do too much. That said, I've already been up to the Sunset Strip, out to Rancho Cucamonga, down to San Juan Capistrano, over to a slightly shady part of L.A. for some Karaoke and then back down to Laguna Beach and I've been here, what, three days now?
|My friends Rachel and Mike, who is eating a microphone.|
That's a lot of driving. What can I say? Can't help myself.
A couple of things I've learned about Los Angeles so far:
- This is a driver's city. As near as I can tell, you drive everywhere. There is some mass transit to be seen, but it's generally scarce. The vast majority of the bikers I've seen are the snob bikers who wear the biking outfits and are hardcore about biking. Contrast that with Chicago, where you can abandon your car for weeks and never need it.
- I love how traffic behavior generally reinforces my stereotypes about the locals. It seems like drivers here are aggressive, now laid back, now self-involved, now irritated but accommodating.
- Everything blooms here. There are flowered plants everywhere. The cold, dead part of my Detroiter/Chicagoan soul - the part that must steel itself for the cruel winter - says 'ah for god sake cut it out,' but I'm on vacation so it's nice.
- When people ask where I'm from and I say Chicago they all go "Oh what I great city! I love that place!" I think there's a bit of that grass-is-always-greener thing going on.
Californians - at least Southern Californians - like their abbreviations. Pacific Coast Highway? No no no, my friends: PCH. San Juan Capistrano? Wrong again: SJC. You couldn't get away with that in Chicago. If you were going down town along Lake Shore Drive, you wouldn't say 'I'll take Lake Shore.' You would have to say 'I'm taking LSD.' And that means something entirely different.
'Where you at right now, honey?' 'Oh, I'm on LSD.' 'Well, don't let me bother you. And drink lots of water.'
One thing I've done since here, just to appease the comedy nerd side of me (as opposed to the other side: just plain nerd) is to go see a show at The Comedy Store. Here's my fat head in front of the building:
|Thanks, folks! I'll be here all week. Literally, I don't leave until Sunday.|
So yeah, that's where I am. I'll try to continue to blog, but I'm not promising anything.