West Coast.

I'm in Los Angeles. It's perfectly warm & sunny. My flight was long, but comfortable. Hooray for business class & on flight entertainment. I watched 27 Dresses which was predictable, but maybe cute. I ate really good sushi at Katsuya last night, but didn't see anyone famous, & just about fell asleep once it hit 3am EDT & we were still at dinner. My friend Lisa & I decided that to in order to fit in at this restaurant, I needed to be wearing a tube top & glitter, & definitely more eye liner. Oh well. I felt uber East Coast preppy in my cardigan, ruffled polo, "dressy" shorts & flats. Oh well. The first impression that I had when I walked into my hotel was the amount of excess space. We don't get that in New York. LA always feels so spread out to me. Very different than the often times oppressive & continuous skyscrapers & narrow streets of Manhattan {at least in midtown}. My Belgian waffle with strawberries & whipped cream this morning was delicious {+ fresh squeezed OJ- I love nice hotel food}. I'm going to work from here today, & try to escape in the early afternoon for a trip to the beach. We'll see. I'd at least like to dip my toe in the water. Tonight- an event at a local club, tomorrow, interviews all day in our LA office, then I fly to San Francisco. Can't wait.

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Oh- & I always love coming back to the West Coast. Everyone is just so nice. Really. It's noticeably different. Very refreshing.

I wish Mike were here.