The exhaustion spreads through my limbs and I have the feeling like I have been walking all day in an amusement park. It wasn't quite that; it was the Beverly Center, but there is the same sense of chaos and excessive stimuli, even if this holiday season I do feel enormously gratified.
We found ourselves going through winding hills to Pacific Palisades this morning, in search of salmon eggs benedict. Tivoli was closed so we ended up in Cafe Vida. My face lit up when I got a favorite game from Stella, and I broke into laughter that Reyna regaled me with The South Beach Diet Cookbook. I'm seriously the easiest person to shop for. Anyway, Phase 1 involves having no rice. Goodness, how will this work?
Tina and I are wonderful and ill company for one another, all at the same time. We feed each other's vices and inevitably end up questioning each other, "Who's more crazy, me or you?" It's a tough race to see who is more melodramatic, extravagant, excessive, or high-strung. I find that she ends up having a calming effect on me because I feel that I must play straight man to her crazy hijinks.
A Portland face is coming into town tonight. What lies ahead?
Having a little live Italian radio this Christmas eve, courtesy of the internet and Radio Subasio. It's morning there already. I don't know how sentimental they are or if it's even Christmas-related, but it's definitely odd listening to "We Are the World." Buon Natale!
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 9:10 PM
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