California Rolls

What's more LA than sushi? We decided to take R's kids to get sushi down the street, since it was once again a beautiful day. We ordered them the safe option (chicken teryaki) and then got some California rolls for the non-vegetarians (everyone but me). We told the kids we'd give them a dollar if they tried a California roll. Here are the results:










I am impressed with the bravery...I don't know if I would have done that at 7.

The sky is falling, the sky is falling!

Seriously LA? Rain? Is that all it takes?

That's it. That's all it takes to turn 10 million people into morons, careening and skidding about the roads, turning the freeways into a very dangerous version of the ice capades. Someone I work with managed to be in on time today, despite the FOUR car crashes standing between her and work. I did not have so much luck.

When my alarm went off this morning, I turned it off and listened. Sure enough, the rain was still hitting my windows, and I flew into a frenzy. Hair was left semi-tangled, dishes un-done (ok, that's normal for me) and I almost forgot to put on my socks in my rush to leave. I did make it out the door half an hour early, and it usually only takes me 15 minutes to get to work.

Not today, of course. I did make it with very few hassles, but when it rains the whole city divides into 2 groups:

1. the "Drive like nothing's changed" group (these are the ones who crash)
2. the "Drive like a skittish cat" group (who will slow to 3 mph as soon as they see a drop on the windshield)

There's got to be a happy medium, but I haven't seen it yet.

Oh, and it doesn't help that the soil won't absorb much, making the roads look like this:

The Oscars

I'll be honest, I pretty much don't care.

I'll watch some red carpet interviews, the opening of the actual award ceremony, and a half hour in I'm pretty much over it, and wander off to do something else before bed.

Oh yeah, and this is in Michigan, where the Oscars start at 9 and are 2,000 miles away.

Now, when they show people arriving, I know they're arriving on my turf. I live 3.4 miles from the Oscars, and knowing there are SO many famous people concentrated a few miles that way is just trippy. Oh, and now it starts at 6 for me instead of 9. So I was shocked to find that I sat and watched the entire thing, while doing a puzzle with R that the kids hadn't finished over the weekend. And every time I saw a face of someone I particularly admired as an actor, I had to remind myself "they're right there. Literally, right down the street". As proof, I would remind myself of all the street closures I'd had to navigate around the past few days, how clogged Franklin had become on my way home from work.

The next day, I briefly flicked through some pictures and commentary, laughed at all the details people seemed to want (what were they eating? I mean really, who needs to know what celebrities are eating??) and went right back to not caring again. Also, I realized that if I ever walked past some of these people going incognito on the street with their hats and huge sunglasses (and I'm almost positive that I have) I wouldn't recognize them at all.

I'm bad at Hollywood, but I like living here.