LA was a great success, as I knew it would be.
I want to live there right meow!
I had the pleasure of visiting with a great friend and his pup aka my nephew.
We went for a hike up to the Hollywood sign.
Went to the Santa Monica Pier and Venice Beach.
Met some rad folks.
Went to the craziest fucking party I have ever attended in my life at the Exchange night club. Saw some absolutely mind blow -me- out- of- the- water music.
Damian Lazarus at Exchange @ 3:45 a.m.
And of course polished off the weekend at the Standard Rooftop hotel where I FINALLY got to meet Mr.Lee Foss of Hot Natured and nurse my nasty hangover with $14 bloody mary's. He's a real gem to say the least and even gave me a little peck on the cheek to top off the evening which basically made my life and made me want to have his babies.
Here's a little preview of the magic that happened
Then I left and the day party and became depressed immediately.
Got a ride to LAX at 3:00a.m. after sleeping for 2 hours.. sat at the airport til 5:30 when they casually decided to open.. tried to bring my carry-on back on the plane but it wouldn't fit so I had to make the obese woman behind me with a carry-on cat meowing to the high heavens back up about three rows which stalled the whole boarding process for 30 minutes.
Got into a minor altercation with the asshole-bitch-diva flight attendent that then ripped my bag from my paws and gave me a nasty look. He checked my bag. I waited at baggage claim for 45 minutes, went straight to work an hour and 15 minutes late and I have been in an internet k-hole since.
My travel bug is back and back in full force. I'm planning a quick weekend get away with my boo boo to Aspen since the fall is.. here. Headed to Portland to visit mi amigo in a month and maybe wear flannel the entire time. Head back to the motherland in Novemeber followed by Mexico and San Fran for New Years. Life is bueno my friends, go live the shit out of it!
