a lot has happened this week that doesn't have to do with Taylor Hicks, Gregory House, and Sayid, Kate, Jack, Hurley, Sawyer, Michael, Walt, Charlie, Claire, Locke, and Mr. Echo.
for one thing, my husband took me to lunch on tuesday at the Getty Center. The restaurant up there is delish. We had Pimms Cups and a fantastic sea bass. the weather was incredible and we could see from the mountains to the ocean.
After reading in the gardens and taking in some classical sculpture (oh, YEAH, we did!), we decided to board the tram so as to avoid traffic. We immediately got stuck in traffic. So I checked my voicemail. One of my friends had gotten a bug up her ass and left for Palm Springs that morning, and would I like to join her out there. Would I ever? I immediately get on the horn to another mutual friend, who agrees to drive out with me. This is us, after the two hour drive, posing for the paparrazzi. We proceed to drink wine and talk shit.
Did i mention we're staying at a genius little mid-century modern we know of? I didn't? Needless to say: fabulous.
Wake up in the morning. Head to the Viceroy. 1 pool, 1 bar, and 1 deep-tissue massage later.....(last one i'll leave to your imagination, but i will mention the outdoor cabana and gentle breeze.)
After a dose of carnitas and guacamole, we look for new swimsuits. and headwraps.
We swim. we nap. and sadly, we head back to LA.
for one thing, my husband took me to lunch on tuesday at the Getty Center. The restaurant up there is delish. We had Pimms Cups and a fantastic sea bass. the weather was incredible and we could see from the mountains to the ocean.
After reading in the gardens and taking in some classical sculpture (oh, YEAH, we did!), we decided to board the tram so as to avoid traffic. We immediately got stuck in traffic. So I checked my voicemail. One of my friends had gotten a bug up her ass and left for Palm Springs that morning, and would I like to join her out there. Would I ever? I immediately get on the horn to another mutual friend, who agrees to drive out with me. This is us, after the two hour drive, posing for the paparrazzi. We proceed to drink wine and talk shit.
Did i mention we're staying at a genius little mid-century modern we know of? I didn't? Needless to say: fabulous.
Wake up in the morning. Head to the Viceroy. 1 pool, 1 bar, and 1 deep-tissue massage later.....(last one i'll leave to your imagination, but i will mention the outdoor cabana and gentle breeze.)
After a dose of carnitas and guacamole, we look for new swimsuits. and headwraps.
We swim. we nap. and sadly, we head back to LA.
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Yeah I don't think that is what got me - my tummy still hates me and it LOVES chili sauce!