August 12, 2008
Our relationship for the past five years has been entertaining, exciting and emotionally fulfilling, however the time has come for me to have some space.
Today I got yelled at by one of your residents, Miss Crazy Lady Santa Monica. She make direct eye contact, pointed her finger and scared the hell out of me. No Miss Crazy Lady, I do not know why your teacher was mean to you or why “they” made you wear that shirt. I understand that these are difficult things to understand without your Lithium and I apologize for clutching my pepper spray for dear life.
Furthermore, the low mileage on my car does not account for the countless hours I have spent stalled on the freeways of your city, inhaling the fragrant aroma of carbon pollution. Oh 405 freeway, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Los Angeles, I forgive you for the orange haze that lingers over downtown, but I cannot forgive you when that haze infringes on my west side life.
Lastly, my dry cleaning bill today was $176. Perhaps that was my fault. No one told me that “organic” cleaning came at a premium even when you use a sizable coupon. I suppose it would have cost the same in Peoria, IL or Gilford, NH.
So in summary, I am leaving you for the next five nights. I am confident that it is the perfect amount of time to reconfirm that suburbia is not for me (despite all the wonderful people that live in the burbs) and that city lights and midweek wine bars are more my style.
Best regards,
CT Native
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August 10, 2008
Last night we ventured to a fantastic, yet slightly morbid, event – the Hollywood Forever Cemetery movie screening. The venue attracts thousands of tourists every year, each vying for a glimpse of its high profile clientele. Not the type of star sightings I would prefer, but at least these celebs don’t run when you snap a pic.
As we were walking to the movie site my friend (hi Kim) spotted a six foot hole with a casket about to be lowered into the ground. Chilling. Otherwise, it was surprisingly easy to adapt to the surroundings once wine and Milk Duds were in hand.
The movie was Sixteen Candles – a timeless Ringwald. This genre (i.e., Pretty in Pink, Say Anything) always stirs us adolescent nostalgia for me. Aaaah…the exquisite pain of being in love. The feeling that your heart may burst if he doesn’t call. The fear that you may actually die when the breakup happens. The enviable innocence of having a complete lack of perspective. While I would never go back, sometimes I can’t help but to miss the days before I knew what a self defense mechanism was.
If you haven’t seen this movie in awhile go rent it. At the very least, it is worth a laugh.
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August 8, 2008
I went to Beverly Hills this afternoon to meet some friends at The Farm. I love Beverly Hills on days like today. The sun was shining with a slight breeze in the air and the tourist population was at a minimum. Los Angeles isn’t the cleanest of cities, however 90210 proper is pristine. The streets are lined with designer goods, trendy restaurants and attractive fashionistas.
Being a very prompt person, I showed up for lunch exactly on time (L.A. translation = I was 15 minutes late). Since I was the first to arrive, I opted to visit the toy store next door to avoid spending inordinate amounts of money at the Crate and Barrel across the street. I was having fun reminiscing about childhood adventures and Chutes and Ladders when I came face to face with something that stopped me in my tracks. I have never seen anything like it, and I am Catholic. I was offended/amused by it and I am 99 percent sure that it may be a sin to purchase this product.
Here it is boys and girls, your very own “Leader of Vatican City” doll. It doesn’t move and it doesn’t talk. Hell (virtual sign of the cross) let’s just get it out there — he looks like Chucky, on Prozac.
When my brother and I were young we used to have a lot of sleepovers with my fantastic aunt. She has an impressive Charlie Chaplin collection and one particular doll used to scare my brother to death when he was trying to sleep. I imagine that Pope Doll would rival good old Charlie. Kids are very imaginative. Coupled with Catholic guilt, scary things could happen when Pope Doll “came alive” at night.
“You didn’t clean your room? You weren’t nice to your sister? Hail Marys aren’t going to save you now little one…. muhuhahahah….!”
If you look a little closer at the pic you will see that this fine specimen of a toy is on sale. Imagine that. And with this post, I am officially announcing a recurring Things That Make You Say Hmmm theme. There are just too many funny/crazy things are out there that must be blogged about.
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