We made it to Los Angeles. Our one-bedroom apartment was awaiting us. Despite the fact that it was a little crustier than we remembered, it was great to get in and close the door behind us. It's just as spacious as we'd remembered. Kristen will work her craft with colors and spaces to make it our home...
...of course our stuff hasn't made it to LA yet. We arrived on Weds. The movers will get here, supposedly, next Tuesday. So in the meantime, we're squatters. Squatters who are providing IKEA with some swell business, that is.
One thing that I've noticed immediately is that we get the Beach Breeze (caps necessary) all day. It is lovely. Really, I could lay on the floor for hours and just enjoy it. Then again we have no furniture, so that's about all I can do.
The park across the street is LA at its best. International patronage exercising, napping, and playing tennis all day. Something died in the bushes in front of the apartment recently. A rat, squirrel, Johnny Drama, or something. Luckily we're not downwind from it.
We get great water pressure in the shower, so much so that the water clears the entire bathroom sometimes. It's nice to be back in the land of REAL Trader Joeses. Can't overstate how much we appreciate being able to buy wine anywhere and at anytime. I mean, we bought a bottle of champagne at Target. Had to drive for 15 minutes just to find a bottle of champagne in Monty Co. MD -- but only from 11am-8pm, 6 days a week.
Per the pic in the previous post, my new car is great. She hauls. Kristen gave me a good idea for a name which I shall ponder. The car is insured, but my a$$ is not. Blue Shield, stop dragging your big feet. Speaking of which, we went to Lola's to celebrate our arrival. Much recommended.
I'm currently watching Fellini's Satyricon. I'd like to review it for this blog, but it may take some additional research. It's a tough, ugly film. There's a different kind of review coming next week that'll be much more enjoyable for you and me.
By the way, Norms.
It's good to be home.