I did nothing particularly L.A. related today. Well, I went to a mixer for the commercial industry. Commercials, short films, and music videos. But only because it was at Canal Club, which is close to home (it’s one of my favorite happy hour destinations in Venice) and because one of my favorite guy friends was going.
And after we got tired of networking (OK, he networked for work, I networked to flirt), we went for a walk down to the beach for a few minutes. It was just enough time for me to recognize that it’s actually fall in Los Angeles. I was wearing a knit top with sleeves today, along with a miniskirt, and was slightly cold. That, and fall is actually, finally in the air – it smells a bit different, down by the ocean, and reminded me of the way the wind comes in off the Straits in late August when the temperatures start to drop back home, a month before they start to drop in L.A.
And then D came over so we could watch Mean Girls, which, while it didn’t contain as many one liners as Jawbreaker, was quite a bit better.
“Stop trying to make ‘fetch’ happen.”
And now it’s time for sleep. I have to start kicking ass at work again this week, and plan a camping trip, and all kinds of other stuff. I’m hoping time flies between now and home.
I liked Mean Girls; had some really witty parts and didn’t sugar-coat how horrible high school can be.