Only in LA?
I usually don't like to make broad generalizations, but I have to think the adjoining picture could only be found in LA (okay, probably Miami and maybe Dallas - I guess I do like to make generalizations?). I was digging through our pantry and came across a product called "Skinny Water." What is "Skinny Water"? You drink it and it's supposed to suppress your appetite. I thought it would be a little unhealthy, but further examination of the label explained that it was a "100% natural appetite suppressant." I'm not worried anymore - it's all natural, how could it be bad for you?

My Newest Goal
Originally when I came out here, my plan was to grow a beard for Beardapalooza 2006. I have to confess that I have shaved since I've been here. I know: I am weak. I think I'll wait until the Fall to grow the beard, but I do have a new facial hair goal: I've been told that I'll need to get a CA drivers license in order to do business out here. Well, I'm trying to postpone that as long as possible in order to grow a mustache for the picture. Thankfully, I can at least grow a Jeff Kent-mustache in a week. I guess that's a weird thing to be thankful for? Maybe that's what I'll say I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving.

Pictures
Here is the view from across the pool into the place:
Great location in the Sunset Hills near Sunset and Doheny. Still no celeb sitings...but I have found some celebrity-like news about this house and the one next door. From the website movielanddirectory.com, Marilyn Monroe lived here in 1952 and according to our neighbor, the house next door was owned and kept as a love shack (key the B-52 music) by Frank Sinatra.

If you peer through the smog, you can see the view of downtown LA from my balcony. I'd show you pictures from my place, but it's not clean at the moment. I guess you'll have to stay tuned.

Make A Wish Party
Since I've been out here, my sleep schedule has been a little messed up. I'm still on Central Standard Time, so I've been going to bed at 8 0r 9 and waking up early. Also, I haven't been able to get a full night's sleep as I've been adjusting to my new bed, so on Saturday, I was out cold by midnight on my bed from pure exhaustion. All night I had people shaking me to wake me up and people coming through my room to use the bathroom. I have no recollection of any of this. When I wake up the next morning, I felt like I had moved back into the fraternity house - complete with a fresh coat of post-party beer sludge on the floor (what a sweet smell that was). This time around, however, there are no pledges...

West Hollywood
The actual municipality that I live in is West Hollywood (so, not LA). Well, West Hollywood is apparently the gay part of town. After living here for a short time, I want to emphasize this because it is very gay. As in, out-in-the-open, dudes-holding-hands gay (there are lesbians too). Not that there's anything wrong with that. The epicenter of this world is along Santa Monica Blvd (about half a mile from my place). It's really funny how Santa Monica Blvd contrasts with where I am on Sunset. On Sunset, you have Whisky a Go Go and the Roxy - heavy metal clubs. I walk down the street by me and it's lined with kids dressed entirely in black waiting in line to get into these places. I walk down Santa Monica and it's...let's just say they're not dressed in black waiting for some heavy metal. Well, Jerry and I decide to walk down there to grab some food. We walk in to the restaurant, and the guy behind the counter asks, "Hey babe, what can I get you?" It takes every ounce of energy in my body to not burst out in laughter. I finally regain my composure and order the food and we sit out on the sidewalk and people watch. We're eating right next to a gay bar, so it was entertaining to say the least.

Still no celebrity sitings...

Welcome to LA

I figured I'd give this blogging thing a try to chronicle my time out here in LA. If you don't like it, don't read it.

The Drive
Woke up early and took off. Due west on I-10. Sounds easy enough, but I managed to fall off in San Antonio and ended up driving through Castroville on US 90 before I realized I was lost. Turned around and headed on my way. That's really as exciting as it gets. There's nothing between San Antonio and El Paso (or Los Angeles for that matter). Really. Nothing. So there's not much more I can type here.

The Beach
Kevin let me tag along for most of the weekend including a beach tackle football game between Deloitte interns and staff (yours truly was the MVP). Gave it the ol' college try at beer pong only to come up short and then went out in Manhattan Beach. As you can see, absolutely no fun was had last weekend. None.

The Move-In
Jerry and I found a place within a few hours of me getting here. I must say, it's impressive - in the hills just above the Sunset Strip. Rumor has it that this is the place to be in LA. This weekend, we're hosting a fund raiser/party (emphasis on party) for the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Stay tuned and I'll let you know how it went.

Celebrity countdown - I've been here 6 days and have yet to see a celebrity (although, Jerry was just on Scrubs).