Time Travel in Los Angeles

I haven't posted in a few days so sorry if this is long winded...

....and we're back...Landed on thursday morning at LAX-59 degrees and raining?!! Yuck! Ack! I forgot about the May gray and the June gloom that sometimes lingers over the L.A. basin. Lucky for me it cleared gloriously the next day and has been in the 80's the last two days.

My flight was uneventful-unless you count copious amounts of shameless drool, and my sleeping head bouncing to and fro in uncomfortable airplane sleep, an event. I think my airplane seat neighbor thought it was one though, because he exclaimed with alarming sincerity that i must have really needed sleep because i slept for four hours! In the last hour we exchanged the occasional "i'm never gonna see you again" polite conversation you have on planes-I really could have made up any convoluted story I wanted and he would have replied "oh...", "uh huh", and "that's nice"-but it was too early in the morning for telling such tall tales.

So my dad picks me up in front of baggage claim in his RV-really the only sensible mode of transportation for my dad-also a born wanderer (see I do come by it honestly). He looks so smiley and cheerful battling his way to get curbside in the madness of LAX. Me and all my crap in tow we weave our way back out of the airport only to find ourselves in a mish-mosh of closed freeway on-ramps and crapola traffic. Ahhh...back in L.A.- yep.

Being back at my dad's house is instantly soothing. He lives in a suburban neighborhood in Downey, CA. Something about being there makes everything seem a little more stable-the pictures of me, my sister, and my step-brother on the wall at awkward ages of goofyness, toothlessness, graduations, etc...my dad and his wife Sharon who are so gentle, kind, and quirkily funny...and their silky terrier, Molly, running around in circles and wagging her tail so fast that her whole body follows... I like it. We had lunch at my favorite Thai place and then went home for a much needed nap.

The Momster picked me up the next afternoon. I had slept wrong earlier in the week and developed a cric in my neck that was progressively getting worse-not good for road tripping-so she offered to take me to her wonderful chiropractor, Dr. Hayes. ....and hurray i can almost turn my head 360 degrees! I feel much better anyway.

Had my sister and her family, and my aunt and cousins over for dinner at the Momster's house-and let me tell you... when you get us girls together the laughter and cackling is down right frightening to the men that have been married into our family, they usually leave the room or just sit there bewildered looking at eachother wondering what the hell is going on. When one of us gets going-forget it, it is ALL over but the cryin'!! Too silly!!-a much needed release for all of us.

I spent the next day at The Momster's doing the busy prep-work for my trip(and my overdue taxes-blah). I had to buy a sleeping bag and some crappy cookware and eating utensils etc. The Momster hooked me up with most of what I needed and then got everything else from the dollar store.

The Momster and her husband James were awesome enough to loan me a car for the week I'm in L.A. So after my chores were done I headed off to Santa Monica to meet my oldest and dearest friend Marla for cocktails and appetizers(the best meal there is, btw). After some mediocre food and some-more importantly-yummy cocktails we retreated to her apartment to change and head back out. Well, two more pomaritas later and we were over the whole steppin-out on the town idea and opted for our jammies.

Marla had found a box of letters of mine that I had left behind when I moved out of our old house. Upon opening this little treasure I instantly knew they were ridiculous high school letters that somehow I felt compelled to keep all these years. With a good tequila buzz I read each one aloud to her with hardly a straight face. She was rollicking on the floor with laughter at my jr. high "wisdom"...most of them said something to the effect of "I like John and he loves me", one was from someone (?) who apparently I "went around" with (that's what they called it then "going around" remember that? lol!), not "John" btw, who was fervently trying to keep me from dumping him. The spelling was atrocious-but endearing I guess-one line said "Lasy I hope yo are not going to dump me cuz it will hert my hart, if you dump me i will be sad-but if yo don't i will be glad." No joke! I almost peed my pants!

Anyhoo...it is 6:30 in the AM and I have been up since 4:30 when sleep started eluding me. Today I am going to Topanga Days Country Fair! It is a three day festival in the Santa Monica Mountains that is held every year on Memorial Day weekend. Its full of live music and dancing, local artists, performers, old friends and community(yes its a hippy love fest okay). So I gotta come up with something silly and flavorful to wear and shave my legs for once, don my helmet and go play!!!

Peace and love ;O) from the anti-desk of the anti-satan The Lacifer (that's for you Rocko)