We went to fabulous Los Angeles on Wednesday. Came back Friday. W's latest screenplay got him some meetings with movie studios (yes!) and he brought me along. Thursday, he took me out to a lovely meal at the elegantly minimalist and hilariously named AXE restaurant in Santa Monica. (Pronounced "Ah-che", of course. Quite the L.A. Story experience.)
We purchased (inexpensive) last-minute upgrades from the check-in kiosk at the airport, which meant the flight was extra bonus comfy. Used some points for a schwanky hotel room, which was good for me, since I worked like a fiend the whole time we were gone. My wrists ache. Not good.
Then tonight we went out with friends for dinner. More people showed up than RSVP-ed, which I should get used to since it just keeps happening. I bungled the reservation at Cha Cha Cha, but one of our group knew about Saigon Saigon. They were able to seat all 13 of us together (at 8:30! on a Saturday!) no problem. And the food was swelligant. I hadn't had Vietnamese spring rolls since we were in Vietnam. So good! So crunchy and fatty and unhealthy... and so good!
I'm happy to be out and feeling healthy again. I'm still a little hoarse and wheezy, but that's nothin'. And it kept me from smoking.
After dinner we trundled over to Doc's Clock for drinks and a chance to catch up with people we hadn't been able to shout to over the long dinner table.
I kept wondering why the Mission bars seemed so low-energy for a Saturday, until someone reminded me of today's date. My many Irish ancestors are tsk-ing in their graves, I'm sure. Unless there's drinking in the afterlife... in which case they're probably still sleeping it off.
It was a good trip, and a dang fine evening out at home. I'm glad you all took such good care of the outside world during my hibernation. Much obliged.
Posted by Liz at March 19, 2006 01:38 AM