Talked to Mom on the way to work to make sure everyone is ok – glad to hear everyone is. Although, had I known that Mark and Patrick were *both* in London at this very moment, I would’ve been calling Mom even earlier. {{{hugs}}} to you both. Stay safe, and I hope all your friends over there are also safe.
I had a bbq to go to this afternoon, so I spent all morning and part of the afternoon working on my Flash project, which fortunately is coming along nicely, so nicely that I lost track of time and ended up getting into the shower late. But whatever, I got ready, glad to be having a good hair day for a change, and headed off for the great hot valley.
So of course, less than a mile from my apartment, my car, which was on its absolutely best behavior yesterday when I wanted to get its new rattle checked by my mechanic, suddenly starts smelling like burning rubber. At first I thought it was just the neighborhood, but I pulled into a parking lot, popped the hood, and sure enough, the smell is super strong there.
Have I mentioned how much I hate my car?
Rather than risk a meltdown somewhere in the valley, I headed home. And wouldn’t you know it, the smell faded on the way back? Gah! Hate!
So here I sit, at home, alone, all showered and dressed with nowhere to go. Bah. I hate my car.
But perhaps, it was just a sign that I need to finish my Flash project. *sigh*
But my money is on not.
Life has settled back to normal since NOLA and San Francisco, and damn, what a disappointment that’s been! L.A. is a rough town, yo. Men are far more attentive and, well, fun, in other cities (i.e. NOLA and SF) than in L.A., where a lot of guys (not all, I would never stereotype *that* far) are either focused on all the pretty young starlet-wannabes, or else are trying to attract attention themselves. Makes it rather difficult for the not-even-close-to-a-size-3 gals such as myself. I kinda knew that going in, but spending time in those other, non-Hollywood towns reminded me of how much easier it could be elsewhere, if only I didn’t love it so much here. *sigh*
In other news, the NOLA pictures are up, and for the first time ever, are not hosted here – yet. The software available at Livejournal was more suited to my needs, but soon I’ll be moving them over to reside with all the rest. Until then, you can see them here. Enjoy!
Just got back from New Orleans on Monday. My good lord, am I tired! There is little sleep to be found in NOLA, but lots and lots of alcohol. I believe I’ll be spending the next two months detoxing just from my two May trips. But I had a marvelous time, with many marvelous people that I only get to see once a year, and sometimes less than that. And, I even let some of them put blue streaks in my hair. Yes, you read that right – I now have (partially) blue hair. Woo!
There were so many highlights to the trip, I don’t even know where to begin. The short list would include:
Yummy food.
Dancing in a downpour while singing “Singing in the Rain” (after about two shots of Scotch).
Tying knots in my friend’s sock (I fit five whole knots – I was quite proud of myself).
Getting asked to leave a karaoke bar. (ok, that wasn’t technically me, that was a friend that I was with, but we all left anyway.)
The thunderstorm during our last night – didn’t sleep a wink, spent the night watching the lightning.
Dancing with my sister to the song from Sleeping Beauty.
Sparkle bars from Lush, and the application of such. Mmmmmm.
Blue drinks that match my shirt.
Wandering around the French Quarter all on my own before my 30+ friends and family arrived the next day.
There are other highlights I may mention later, and even more highlights that will never get documented on a public blog. 😉 But that’s a good start, I think.
Ok, back to class now.
In other news, The Inside, a new dark cop-drama from Tim Minear, starts on June 8th at 9pm on FOX. Everyone should watch it, because many of my favorite writers are working on this show, including the writer for whom I do a website.