Great play, btw.
Tonight ended up being more fun than previously anticipated. Even though none of my plans actually came through.
I ate more fruit for dinner...
The best part was the ride home, jamming out with Corinne to 80s hair bands. I love "Panama" by Van Halen. Corinne and I only knew the words to one part: PANAMA! PANAMA-A! PANAMA! PANAMA-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!
The rest of this post is humbly dedicated to Los Angeles.
Dear Los Angeles,
Its been a while since we spoke. I miss you with my whole heart. I want you to know that I haven't stayed away because you wronged me. Just the opposite, in fact. You were too right. Our love couldn't last.
But I am thinking about you constantly. I troll craigslist for apartments, thinking that if I come crawling back you will accept me.
I miss Echo park. I miss Hollywood. And you know my favorite place, Griffith Park Observatory. I love watching the sunset from the top of the hill. And if you look to the right and crane your neck, you can almost make out the OOD of the Hollywood sign.
I will put up with punk kids drinking at the Roosevelt and cruising Sunset. I will forgive you Kitson. Just let me walk along the shoreline and feel sand between my toes. Let me swelter in the summer heat when the smog wont dissipate into the valley.
Let me go home. Because you are home. Most people, when they visit some place, feel like visitors. You always make me feel like I am home.
My husband doesn't like you very much. He says you have bad weather. Psssh. What does he know about weather.
We were meant to be, my City of Angels.
Save a spot for me at Dodger Stadium.
Until the next time, my love...
--E
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