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Six Lanes Going Nowhere Fast
With my trip to LA firmly behind me now by nearly two weeks I have returned to my cozy domestic corner on Vancouver Island. Once home I was presented with not one, but two opportunities for employment ending any ideas I had of enjoying a non-working status quo for a just wee bit longer. As it happens, I was the successful candidate for both positions and the craziness of working full-time for the public education system begins again. It is also of course the sole cause in the delay of this post.
My adventures in LA were nothing short of amazing! Even the trip to the airport involved a flat tire for pete’s sake. How’s that for starting a vacation off with some adrenaline? Once I arrived YVR (Vancouver International Airport for those of who reside south of my border) I had the perma-grin of the century plastered all over my face. I was on my way.
Walking through YVR I listened to Punjabi, French, and other languages roll off of the tongues of my fellow travellers. That’s what so cool about Canada. Anywhere you go, at any time, you are bound to run into various cultures and ethnicities. Yup, multiculturalism, we got that shit wrapped up.
After my two and a half hour flight into LA (thank you ITunes) I was high on life. I met my sister in law at baggage and we shared a Hallmark moment. Once we started talking I swear to you, we did not stop for five days.
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We drove out to her condo in Long Beach and talked until 1 am. Now, as a parent of a school aged child and a three year old I can assure you that under normal circumstances I most certainly would NOT be staying up until 1 am. No sir, not this girl. Morning comes fast and furious around my house. It always seems as though I have stuff to do from the minute my eyeballs open until the minute my tired body hits the sheets at night. So, going to bed at 1 am was a real treat because I knew I could sleep in-and I relished every second of it.
That was until I woke up and came to the earth shattering realization that my beloved sister-in-law is not, I repeat, NOT a coffee drinker. Oh crap. Luckily, however the woman loved me enough to buy me some instant coffee. I’m not fussy-caffeine is caffeine. Once my blood stream was appropriately caffeinated I realized something monumentally important to the success of this adventure: I was able to relax.
From here I’ll spare you the day to day gory details of dragging our asses through Nordstrom’s, Bloomingdales and every other store we shopped at over the next five days. And yes, you read that correctly; it was every day for five days. Just know this:
We came, we shopped, and we conquered. And Visa loves us.
One of the first places we went to was Hamburger Mary’s in West Hollywood. My sister-in-law had been raving about what a fantastic place it how her girlfriends go out for dinner there a regular basis and it didn’t disappoint. The food was great and the so were the staff (a shout out to Jerry is in order here). Eating dinner surrounded by a room full of gorgeous gay men who have absolutely no interest in you, other than to make you burst out in a fit of shits and giggles (another shout out to Jerry is in order here) was a refreshing and nice way to kick start our visit together.
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