In LA I rented a car for the first time in my life and drastically underestimated the cost. I harvested and smuggled home one (1) lemon, which ended in a vinaigrette. I had a party with Rob and AZ in my hotel room. Some elderly people made fun of me for wearing a tie; I pointed out that the security guard was wearing one also. In the marketplace I ate too many pupusas and tortas and had to be carried up the hill by the shortest railway in the world (see above). I was sweet-talked by Azerbaijan. I got in three (3) arguments with different Disney Hall garage attendants. I found $10 in the parking lot of a thrift store. I had the best sushi of my life (thus far). I had Gabe’s Joan Didion song on loop in my head. I watched Bill Cunningham New York and drank whiskey; I watched Lost Highway and drank ginger ale. I wrote 36 emails and 24 bars of music.
Apologies to Eric Shanfield.