||[Jan. 25th, 2007|11:24 pm]
Back from LA, up the I-5 again, past Cowschwitz around the half way mark, obligatory stop at Andersen's at Santa Nella, then back into SF. It took us a bit more than five hours, maybe five and a half. While there we ate with Ronald in West Hollywood. We got this sweet parking space right outside Motherlode. It only cost me $39 (I didn't see the sign about it being a taxi zone after 6 p.m.) Ronald was looking exceptionally built - way bigger than when we worked together in the late 90s. Three sessions a week with a personal trainer who makes you eat 5000 calories a day when bulking up - it works. I didn't ask about hyperbolic stereos.
Next day was the medical exam, right near Macarthur Park on Wilshire Blvd. I wonder if it's that park at which the cake was left out in the rain? From the fifth floor waiting room I could make out no cake, just lake, fountain and palm trees. The exam passed without major incident, although the doctor himself was absent on jury duty. His sidekicks did the work. From there we drove out to Santa Monica to eat at a third rate tourist trap on the promenade, then to walk on the beach. The beach was rather depressing in that swimming there is hazardous to health and the place looked desolate. Midweek, midwinter I bet there were plenty of people there in the sixties. Back we came toward Griffith Park, and the GPS in the car decided we wanted to take a huge detour to maximize our use of freeways. This at an average speed of 25 mph as the place became a parking lot. I told the smarmy woman's voice to STFU and we exited, then she got back on the correct track. This GPS woman, you don't want to listen to her too hard. She makes some silly mistakes.
For our second and last night we drove in Wes's new Maserati 4-door rich bastard car to Cliffsedge near Silverlake, there to eat fancy dinner. Yuri couldn't resist rigatoni with wild boar ragout. I was content with some ahi tuna thing, followed by ice cream with rum raisins. I slept pretty soundly.
Monday draws closer. I have e-mails telling me where to go for orientation. I'll have to reconfigure my mind back to work mode.