It's not really late enough to be blogging for the day, but there is no internet access at my motel (another endearingly creepy little place), and I don't plan to hang out at Starbucks all day. I'm in Ventura, an adorable town that seems to wish it were in the Old West. The town center certainly is adorable and bustling, but I am staying a bit out of town where there is nothing to do except have frightening premonitions about my imminent death-by-stalker-hiding-in-the-shower.
Today was just a lot of driving and researching along the scenic Pacific Coast Highway through Malibu. I bought The Nanny Diaries on audio book at Border's yesterday, and am having a blast listening to it as I drive. I wanted to save money and take some audio books out of the library, but unfortunately to get a library card in Santa Monica I needed to have proof of my permanent residence... which I am lacking. Oh, well.
Last night was an absolutely blast! The plan was to stay with Klondike, just like SPRING BREAK '08!!! so I went to her house in Santa Monica in the early afternoon when I finished researching around Venice. I loved researching Venice because now I feel like I have a sense of the place where I'm going to live in just a month! Klondike was babysitting and didn't get home for a couple hours, so I sat on her roofdeck and read. It was very relaxing, and nice and cool because of the breeze from the ocean.
We drove into Beverly Hills for dinner at an adorable Italian place called La Scala (I figured I could splurge on dinner since I wasn't paying for a hotel), then headed into Hollywood to see our friend, Speedy, in an improv show. Speedy was roommates with Moody Moon at Harvard, and is equally nuts, but in a different way. His girlfriend, Anchor, is so cute and friendly. We all went over to a new bar on Santa Monica Blvd. after the show and shared a couple pitchers of Sangria. I'm so bummed that Klondike isn't going to be around in the fall (she's going to get her Masters in education). The highlight of the night was definitely when a well-meaning homeless man walked by our patio table and offered to sing for us. He said, "If you don't like the song, you don't have to pay me and I'll be on my way."
But we loved the song! He sang that song, "Ain't Too Proud to Beg" - I think it's called that anyway. He knew all the lyrics to all the verses, and started stamping his feet in a little dance, clapping and snapping. Here's a picture of Speedy with him:
And here's one of us all together:
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