We arrived in LA on Thursday morning and got the tour of my brother's new house. He and his girlfriend Andrea bought this place from a pot farmer, and it had been ill-used, to say the least. Go ahead and make a sweeping generalization about how a pot farmer might treat a house, based on stuff you've seen in the movies, and you'll be about right. The garage was extra-special - fourteen power outlets and a grid for hanging grow-lights. The place needed a ton of work, which they did, and now it looks like a photo spread for Dwell Magazine.
So when my brother looked at our place last summer and said, "Wow. Holy shit," we took that as a bad sign.
It turns out that there's really nothing to do in LA when it rains. Everyone gets confused and disoriented, people don't know how to drive, and all the cool stuff is inaccessible. And extra-special for us, it's rained most of the time we've been here. Fortunately, my brother has a lovely house that is really nice to hang out in, and lots of citrus fruit we can't get in the Northeast right now.
Also, he and Andrea got a Tibetan Terrier named Potsie who looks like Jim Henson designed the Platonic Form of Muppet Dog and gave him to Tinkerbell to hit with an Extra-Cute and Alive spell. So Potsie's been entertaining us thoroughly.
We had lunch with Jessica Dellecave yesterday, which was great. She's getting her PhD in queer performance theory and I only sort of kept up with the conversation, but she looks happier than I've ever seen her and it was great to catch up.We had dinner with Lynne Kuemmel, one of my oldest friends, and pretty much laughed our asses of through a pan-Asian dinner and drinks. I had Soju, which is kind of like Korean rice vodka, and is apparently an LA thing.
We return to Brooklyn on a red-eye tonight. By Wednesday we should know how much our new plumbing and electric is going to cost. Because nothing says "Welcome Home" like a $10k estimate. Yahoo!
