I started out with a picture, because it is the most honest and straight forward (sarcasm) representation of my past couple of days: Pirates eye patches, a little fist shakin', cuties, and overall good times.
Trekin' back down the 101 for yet another day visit to LA, I read someone's what looked to be hand-made rip off bumper sticker on the back of a what looked to be hand-made van. It read: BumpHerStickHer . I sped up, of course, to see who drove the cliché white van sans-windows with the even more cliché sticker attached. . . And to my disgust (I don't know why, but it was disturbing beyond belief) there in the drivers seat was this very large woman wearing a bright yellow shirt with a matching bright yellow baseball cap.
I would have taken a picture but the whole photographing things while operating a motorized vehicle in crazy LA traffic just seems a bit selfish (although I've done it before, stupidly I know).
The image (unfortunately) has been burnt into my brain, however.
By the time I'd shaken off the creeps, I arrived at what will be my place to call home. Signing my lease brought an instant feeling of having so much weight lifted from my back. Even tho my belongings remain mostly packed in boxes until mid Feb. when I move in, just knowing that I have a place to call home feels amazing. This spot is perfect for me. It's a big open studio space with a kitchen and separate bathroom (I have to point out the luxury of having a separate bathroom, because I've actually looked at a place where the toilet was right there next to the kitchen sink with no walls in between. . . Come on people, this is LA not NY - no offense to my NYers).
Got a moment to spend some solid one-on-one music-sharing, laugh-having, all around good time fun with Kirdy. What a beautiful girl. I live for bright spirits like hers.
Headed out to Santa Monica to sign a contract for a wedding (I also live for photographing creative people who are glowing with love). Checked out some furniture at random spots in the area for the new place, and then headed to meet up with Mr. Panda (for the sake of his celebrity panda status, I will not mention his full panda name yet, but let me say, he's a very very famous panda). Panda and I decided to meet on Abbot Kinney for a good ol' cup o' joe, which ended up being a belly-laugh-filled (no pun intended on the Belly), inspiring, 6 hour talk over a nice cold fat tire (yummy). We mashed inappropriate with acceptable, insanity with sanity, awkward with complete comfort, and touchy emotional mush with funny-slap-you-in-the-face stories of the past (and of our very much loved Dads). Incredible. The only down side of my day, really, was realizing that I have to drive two hours back to Santa Barbara at the end of it all.
I arrived back in the wee hours of the morning, and once inside the door I believe it took about 3.5 steps and 47.2 seconds for me to drop everything, shed my clothes, and be completely passed out under a massive pile of new blankets (thanks mom!) on my oh-so-comfortable (more sarcasm mixed with very painful back/shoulders) broken futon couch that is my "bed".
Time for sleep.
P.S. Rabbit Rabbit
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