I read once that wherever you may be, it is your friends that make your world. And that means that Larry, Curly and Moe here make my world in L.A. Actually, their names are LO, WetHead and Blondie…or Adriann, Stacy and Ashley. And even though Ashley now calls Chicago home, she’s still my L.A. lady.
This city of celebutantes gets a bad rap for being the holding pen of the world’s most shallow. I won’t refute that completely, I’ll just say that you have to weed your way through the muck to find the good ones. And they’re so worth it.
Day trips to Santa Barbara. A whole vineyard of wine drunk happily. First dates, blind dates, breakups, makeups and breakups again. Packing up, moving, unpacking and decorating. Horrendous roommates. Great birthday celebrations. Entire conversations spoken in code. Fights, pouting, huffing, pointing and laughing. Shopping. Cursing like drunken sailors on leave. Tequilla shots. Grocery store runs. Long dinners at the taco stand near the freeway. New jobs. Sharing hair appointments. Dancing. And always - always - laughing.
You have to love a city that gives you such loveable friends. I love you, L.A. (when I’m not loathing you, that is.)
This city of celebutantes gets a bad rap for being the holding pen of the world’s most shallow. I won’t refute that completely, I’ll just say that you have to weed your way through the muck to find the good ones. And they’re so worth it.
Day trips to Santa Barbara. A whole vineyard of wine drunk happily. First dates, blind dates, breakups, makeups and breakups again. Packing up, moving, unpacking and decorating. Horrendous roommates. Great birthday celebrations. Entire conversations spoken in code. Fights, pouting, huffing, pointing and laughing. Shopping. Cursing like drunken sailors on leave. Tequilla shots. Grocery store runs. Long dinners at the taco stand near the freeway. New jobs. Sharing hair appointments. Dancing. And always - always - laughing.
You have to love a city that gives you such loveable friends. I love you, L.A. (when I’m not loathing you, that is.)
2 comments:
This is such a fabulous picture, I had almost forgotten you took pictures too that weekend. Almost :) Send me your pics WOMAN. Btw, doesn't LO's bag rock?
I would like to correct you in that I don't call Chicago "home." Blech, pooh, I spit on you, Chicago. Is it obvious just how much I'm taken with this town? Hopefully this move and these last 1.5 years contain some sort of lesson I'm supposed to learn. All I've been able to learn is that people will start to appreciate my hidden creative talents. At least, that's what my take-out Chinese fortune cookie told me a couple weeks ago.
Anyways, before I become all Debbie Downer on ya, good job on another post! It's so great to see you writing on here again!
And we love you too, Ms. Norf.
Ashley, just come back already! Sheesh.
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