LA is basically a sprawling parking lot that we Angelenos love to complain about. Traffic, earthquakes, smog, and a million other reasons. But every time my plane hovers over LAX, no matter how great the trip had just been, I feel revived. Of course as soon as I’m in my car trying to get out of the airport, the love hate relationship I have with LA rears its sunkissed head. I love LA, but I hate to live in it. But doesn’t everyone have those days where the grass couldn’t be any greener anywhere else? Where you just want to get the heck out of Dodge? Well, I have lots of those days. Just not today though. I was cleaning my cat’s litter box this evening when I had a momentary mental recap of the week that had just been. And I think I don’t give LA enough credit. Take a look at this week I had:
Monday: have a wonderful dinner at Beso (a sultry, dark restaurant lit by the sexiest chandeliers I’ve seen in a long time) in Hollywood. This is a joint owned by Todd English and Eva Longoria. The food is quite good but the people watching is better. Kevin Bacon’s star is on the sidewalk right outside of the restaurant.
Wednesday: we have a new president! I look through my stack of mail at work and don’t see an invitation to the inauguration but sneak out for a long lunch to look at the new RTW deliveries for Cruise at NM and Saks anyway, just in case. In my fantasy, I turn down the offer to become Secretary of State and accept instead the new position of Secretary of Couture.
Thursday: work related stress gives way to traffic related stress as my friends and I endure 2 hours of going a few miles from downtown LA to Dodgers Stadium for the Madonna concert. We’re finally in our seats a few minutes after 9pm and wait another hour for Madge to make her appearance. All’s forgiven though because she rocks (!), plus she delivers Justin Timberlake (and Britney, too, but let’s just talk about JT). I see stars on stage, in the mosh pit, and in the sky. It’s a perfect Southern Cal night.
Friday: A meeting gets cancelled on me so I swing by the Chanel boutique in BH to peruse their “exotics corner”. I’m shown ten of the most fantastic alligator bags and I happily oblige by trying them all on for size. Quelle surprise, every single bag fits me perfectly! I walk out of the store emptyhanded even though I’d love to adopt a sibling for my own dusty pink gator flap:
Sunday: We go see the Dallas Mavericks play the LA Clippers at Staple Center. Clippers actually won. I always cheer for the LA teams except when they play the Spurs, then all bets are off. This is a really fun way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
OK, so you ask, what’s the big deal? You could have done all of these things back in your home town. You could have done way better things in much more beautiful settings in fact. I can’t argue with that, but every time i see a palm tree outside my living room window or in my rearview window as I drive through LA, I think I heart LA.