Thank you LA for introducing me to so many wonderful people that I actually sort of forgive you your insanity. Thank you for helping me find UCLA, discover playwriting, and teaching me so many lessons that I sometimes feel a hundred years old, but also have a much deeper appreciation for the people and events in life that so many take for granted.
This weekend I got to go back to the city I never called home, to see all the friends I grew to call family.
It was lovely (except for the killer migraine I had to contend with Friday – GRRR!!!) and I’m so glad I finally got back over there… I hadn’t been back in nearly 18 months – WAY TOO LONG. But life, as it often does, just seemed to take over my calendar this past year and a half, and I was so busy, I didn’t realize how much I needed to take back control of my calendar and drive.
Drive to the land of golden statues and thirst and endless sunshine… to be with people I love and respect and adore.
It was honey for my soul to see my friends, but I felt no love lost for the traffic, the congestion, the smog… I love the sunshine and the ocean breeze, but that city and I never did bond as tightly as it does with some. Navigating its mad, lonely streets this weekend hit that point home; I wasn’t all that happy to see it – just the treasures it holds.
And by treasures, I mean friends, their new babies (wow!) and also my favorite restaurants… Yumm, yummm, YUMMMMM. :)
In any case, it was a very quick visit, but one I hope I can make again in the very near future – because (in case I didn’t say it enough already) my dear, dear LA friends are the cream of the proverbial crop, and I can’t wait/need to see them all again soon.








