Sittin’ on the dock of the bay.
So this week has kicked me into overdrive and has made me an official Angeleno (apparently the name by which Los Angeles residents refer to themselves by.)
Sunday:
A birthday pool party at a swanky LA hotel. iPhones littered the tables and Prada sunglasses were left abandoned poolside with half drank glasses of champagne. Fabulous people and a fabulous DJ. Surreal.
Monday:
Editing at a trailerhouse across the alley from CBS studios. I could peer over into their lot and see contestants of the Price is Right exiting with their giant yellow name tags.
Tuesday:
My very first earthquake. 5.8 on the Richter scale. Not quite as scary as I would have thought, but definitely unnerving.
I hate to think what Wednesday might bring.