So Saturday night is in full swing around the hotel’s pool, 2 floors below our room. My husband is dead to the world
After getting back from Rosh Hashanah services today about 2:00, I had lunch and napped until time for dinner tonight with our friends.
Cautions about LA restaurants:
- Be careful when drinking anything blue
- If the waiter offers to take you through the ordering process himself, don’t take him up on it.
Why do I feel as though I am isolated from the rest of the city of Los Angeles, or even the rest of the world, sitting here in my hotel in West Hollywood? Could be the tragically hip people who are still leaving their parties when we are going downstairs for breakfast. Maybe it’s the guys who are prettier than I am. Yes, that must be it. Well, it sounds like a good excuse anyways.