We Just Take Whichever One Is Closest

Had brunch with a friend today at bld, an awesome resturant on Beverly.

Afterwards, I was walking back to our Prius, which I'd parked across the street. And then I got a little confused for a minute:



It was the third one.

Rinse and Repeat.

"Hey, I just overheard you say you moved here from Brooklyn? We just did too."

"Oh my God, there are so many people from Brooklyn here!"

"Where did you live in Brooklyn?"

"Park Slope/Fort Greene/Carroll Gardens!"

"Yup! Us too. And where do you live now?"

"Silver Lake/Los Feliz/Echo Park."

"Us too. Quite an adjustment, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm really not used to the driving/flakiness/sprawl/driving/plastic surgery ads/smog/driving yet. But we love going to Intelligentsia/Pazzo/Gingergrass. And you can't beat the weather/beach/sunsets. Plus, the produce out here is to die for."

"Do you come to this farmer's market every weekend?"

"We like this one a lot, but sometimes we go to the Hollywood/Plummer's Park/Glendale one."

"And what brought you here from Brooklyn?"

"Work."

[ed note: no one says, "I'm an actor" here]

I'm Baaaaaack

Okay, it took a looooong time to settle. And to be honest, I'm not really settled yet; more like "less chaotic".

But December has finally brought some cooler weather, so I don't feel as guilty for being inside. My days have become a little more manageable as boxes have been unpacked and the blizzard of bills and tasks involved with the move out here have slowed to a trickle. And I figured if I can waste half an hour on facebook every day, the least I can do is get back to writing here at bLAg.

So hey there again.

It's late, so I'll save the catching up stuff for the next few days. But I'll leave you with one present.

Whenever possible, I'm trying to snap shots of anything unique to LA (thanks, iPhone!). So here's the first pic in this series....

It was taken at The 101 Coffee Shop, a cool retro diner next to (you guessed it) the 101 highway. Great milkshakes and fries, amazing lattes.

And I guess the point of showing this image is this: living in NYC or LA, you are bound to run into celebrities pretty frequently. Most locals will ignore a star as they are walking by as a point of pride:not to be a jackass, but to give the person his or her privacy and to preserve a kind of, "Oh yeah, I hang with the kool kidz all the time" vibe.

But I guess some people still get starstruck: