I think I did mention the waterfalls stimpy---maybe you should get that Lasix eye surgery to correct your vision.

I get the vaunted invite

I was up early, writing and checking email, when my cell phone rang. It was Barton asking if I fit into my tux because he had an extra ticket to tomorrow’s Emmy Awards for me. I said I’d make do some how, thanked him, and started jumping up and down whooping and hollering to Hunnybear that I was going (without her) to the Emmys!

Later, after I had showered and bandaged all my bleeding parts, it was time to check out. The video checkout didn’t work so we called down to the valet to bring the Pontiac around and then checked out with the supermodel at the front desk. There were no phantom charges so we just left the drinks, Internet, and parking on the Sheraton Optima card and went down the waterfall steps to the curb. I handed the ticket to the valet who found my car parked at the curb and pulled it around to us. The doorman loaded our luggage into the back so I gave him a couple bucks in plain view of the valet and let them work out how to share it.

We stopped at the Coffee Bean in Westwood, across the street from Starbucks, for some coffee. The bouncy coeds staffing the small shop looked like they didn’t need any more coffee today. We verified with them that their wares were superior to Starbucks (“oh for sure!”) and noticed a sign on the wall saying that it was quicker for them to roast beans than to have them shipped from Seattle. We are waiting for Tully’s to open in LA.

We drove to LAX to pick up Hunnybear’s brother Carl. The crazy weather has vanished and it was once again a perfect day in paradise. We parked in the Terminal 2 lot and walked up and over the skybridge to the gates. This was home to Northwest as well as Air Canada. It was a depressing, run-down terminal with non-functioning video monitors. We finally found a working one to tell us to wait at gate 21. The monitor continued to show “on time” even when the flight finally arrived a half-hour late. We scooped up Carl and headed home.

The end.



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