Musings from
my recent road trip:
Man, it
takes a long time to get to Patterson!
The rest
stops along Highway 99 seem nicer than along 5. No hooks on the door for the
purse. Holes on the door latch for the stalls. Ugh.
I purposely
left my house late and I still got to my destination early. <sigh>.
I was going
to take the 101 instead of the 405, but the latter was a straight shot. It was
too late to change when I saw construction.
There are
signs that say, 'if you see dust while we're working, call…' What? You're
digging in dirt. Why wouldn't there be dust? I mean, shouldn't there be dust?
The CHP
motorcycle cop standing on the side of the road points to a car to tell it to
pull over. He's not playing witchoo. Don't make him get on his bike.
Have you seen
truckers drive on the highway? They are always cutting each other off. Nobody
trips, either. No brake lights or anything. Crazy.
"HipHop
Trucking" And you don't stop.
The Sofitel
Hotel is posh. Not because it's across from the Beverly Center, or because the
staff greets you in French. The food is an indicator – risotto instead of rice,
crème brule so small one had to resist the urge suck it down like an oyster on
the half shell. But the proof is the bathroom. Sufficiently dark to render
makeup touch-ups a lost cause. Automatic flush toilets, automatic soap
dispensers (foaming, bien sur) and automatic faucets. And a basket of towels, neatly
rolled and stacked. Not useless finger towels; swatches of terry cloth large
enough to dry both hands. Posh.
I got lost,
of course. Beverly Drive is not
Beverly Blvd. The Beverlywood neighborhood is quite lovely, though roundabout instructions
are inane. "Through traffic keep right". Two feet later, at the stop
sign, "Right lane must turn right." What?
I was late,
according to my calculations, and I hate being late. Turns out I wasn't late
for the first keynote speaker. I did, however, miss the yummy breakfast
pastries. A berry medley had to do.
Wait, what?
El Torito still exists? And there's one on Wilshire and Rodeo?
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