Travel

I have lived in LA for 2.5 weeks, but it still feels like I’m on some weird vacation – like my car is a rental car that I don’t really have to worry about, like I should do as much as humanely possible in a given day because I only have so many left, like I can wear white jeans even though it’s essentially October… …

I would not consider myself an anxious person. Excitable, yes. Animated, very yes. But a Nervous Nelly I have never been (nor a Debbie Downer, but I did go through a fairly Prudence McPrude stage, if we’re going through the alliteratives). On the whole, I’m even keel, calm under pressure, cool as a cucumber. One time this nun and I got stuck underground for 45 …

I have lived in Los Angeles for four days. I arrived on Saturday at 2:30pm but spent the remainder of that day shopping 90 mph then enjoyed celebratory libations until 1am, so it counts. Four days is not a lot of time to make a full call on this city, but it’s plenty of time for snap judgments and the confirmation of given existing prejudices. …

I spent a total of 6 full days in LA, so I’m by no means qualified to de-buff all the myth slash stereotypes I intended to explore before my arrival. In fact, there’s the chance I built up even more confusion about this city-of-a-dozen-suburbs than clarity around my premises. Still, I have some thoughts which maaay read like judgements, so please understand that while I …

My friend Garrett – an official LA resident by way of college at NYU – helped with some of the LA-myths legwork via an email yesterday afternoon, the subject line of which was: “I was gonna post this as a comment on your post, but fig’d with that “LA correspondent” commend I’d give yo the first right of refusal to make it an actual entry …

I’m in L.A. for the week managing a few special events for my company (none of which, sadly, is The Oscars). Those of you who know me or read this post know that I have a love-hate relationship with Los Angeles: I love the weather, the beaches and my very good friends who live here. I hate everything else (and the parallel parking twice). Now …

…and technically South Bend, Indiana. The girls and I made our third, and lets-be-honest-not-at-all-final trek to South Bend, Indiana this weekend for the annual Holy Wars – the “football game” in which B.C. plays “rivals” Notre Dame.  I say “football game” because this time neither team played it as if it was one and “rivals” because it’s a non-division game that couldn’t mean less to …