Yes, I've been a touch off the map this past month. Maybe I just needed some quiet time to mourn the passing of Jane Jacobs. Or maybe, just maybe, I needed a little L.A. action to put life in perspective. (On that note, ponder this: why are reality shows produced in the most unreal place in the universe?)
So, Don and I just returned from a 5 day trip to California. I'd never been so it was quite the eye opening experience. We stayed at the Hotel California (replete with surfboards for headboards and the requisite cockroach). To its credit, we were steps from the Santa Monica Pier and pretty much everything else we needed to feel like an honorary Californian for a few days.
It was our good friend Bill's wedding that brought us there. Bill is a tranplanted Albertan who makes his living as an animator in Hollywood. His latest work? Garfield II: A Tail of Two Kitties.
Anyway, it was a lovely affair held at a ranch in Malibu. Weather was perfect. Vows were refreshingly unconventional. Good times were had. In fact, good times were made even better by the fact that the Oilers won the Western Conference Semi Finals. GOILERS!!!!
Sadly, the only celeb we spotted was American Idol's 2nd runner-up, Chris Daughtry. I was hoping I'd spot Peter Krause or Zach Braff. But no---they just didn't feel like having a mocha espresso bean blend at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf that day. I'm guessing they don't shop at Macy's either.
