Yesterday I arose, and so to the house of my lord Doug. To Oakland, where an acquaintance of his walked us through the CS software that his employer uses for the tracking of issues and reporting of bugs. Due to enthusiastic conversation we did miss our flight, and Doug and I did spend some hours in the airport, bemoaning this plight and drinking fine local ale. Thence to the City of Angels, where I did come first into the office in slacks and a tie and buttondown to pretend to be a urine analysis test tech, as one of my coworkers had been set up to panic. He did, so well that he did not recognize that he had been pranked at the revelation of it. Then to the CEO's office where paperwork was signed, check details worked out, then dinner, a tour of the local drinking establishments, and so to bed.
(No, I don't know why I felt I needed to document this in the voice of Samuel Pepys. Cope.)
Today's This! Is! ELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! moment:
walking down Hollywood Boulevard listening to Concrete Blonde's 'The Sky is a Poisonous Garden Tonight' on the iPod, while thinking of Lou Reed's 'Dirty Boulevard'.
Taking a moment's pause en route to kick a little bit of muck off Peter Lorre's star on the Walk Of Fame.
and now, sitting in a window seat at a cafe waiting for any of my coworkers to get in, since I don't have a key to the office. *laugh*
(No, I don't know why I felt I needed to document this in the voice of Samuel Pepys. Cope.)
Today's This! Is! ELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! moment:
walking down Hollywood Boulevard listening to Concrete Blonde's 'The Sky is a Poisonous Garden Tonight' on the iPod, while thinking of Lou Reed's 'Dirty Boulevard'.
Taking a moment's pause en route to kick a little bit of muck off Peter Lorre's star on the Walk Of Fame.
and now, sitting in a window seat at a cafe waiting for any of my coworkers to get in, since I don't have a key to the office. *laugh*
BTW: please tell the wife I went to the Cat & Fiddle and thought of her, last night. ;)
I kind of liked it, although I confess I did wonder what the cause was.
Walking? In LA? I disbelieve. Nobody walks in LA. *g*
I'm going to a movie tonight, but what are you doing tomorrow aside from work? What time are you hopping that plane northbound?
So tomorrow after work I'm hanging around Hollywood- I have, as yet, not GOT a booked flight for greater LA->OAK, but the last flight's outta Burbank @ 8:55.
HRRRRMMM. Perhaps, then, after I pick up Del, the three of us can meet someplace. We're usually in that neighborhood around 4:45-5:00ish.
That could totally work! I think I threw you my cell #: if not, lemme know and I'll toss it again. ;)
One more time, por favor?
Now to find an ATM, for I have a check to deposit...
Yes, I was planning on it. You're at Cahuenga and what again? Because I could swing by and grab you on my way to pick up Del from work, and then we could all grab something to nibble on in WeHo or something.
I'm in a blue Chrysler Sebring with Alaska plates. Blonde, glasses, big dorky Transformers shirt.
but generally: yay!
get a fricking KEY.
Re above comments: I have a punk cover of 'Walking in LA' if you'd like it.