Adventures in Los Angelandia

Just got back from LA and am promptly on my way to Hawaii to spend a Hawaiian New Year there. I've heard it's quite a party, and an experience nonetheless for a mainlander like me. It was good to spend time with my family. We had our usual X-mas dinner at my Aunty's and I realize now that I did little else but eat and do the usual chores around the house. What could be better than eating really good food for several days? My Dad tirelessly spent time trying to fix an annoying leak on my car (he is a genius, and devised a fix from junkyard fittings and some hose and clamps). We went to my favorite sandwich joint, Philippe's, and my favorite Mexican restaurant, Diana's for killer Menudo. 

I drove in today from LA, and though the drive was pretty much eventless, what with the lack of Tule fog and the sometimes traffic-stopping snow on the Grapevine, I was exhausted nonetheless. I woke up at 3:30 in the morning and coasted the way up Highway 5.  I stopped for coffee somewhere in the darkness, and munched on Marukai Musubi somewhere near Harris Ranch, which by the way, can sometimes smell hideously like cows. 

I spent this evening unpacking from LA, and then repacking for Hawaii, in between a well-deserved nap that should have gone on and on, but that I forced myself (by the will of my alarm clock) to wake up from. 

Sleep now. And then an airplane. And then paradise, where the low promises to be higher than today's high. Hallelujah, people!