Welcome to Hollywood, Fatty!

So, on Friday night Mike and I showed up in Los Angeles to visit a friend for the weekend.  First, we stayed in Barstow, California Thursday night, which is not that far out from the Los Angeles Megalopolis.  I think that to get to our destination we needed to drive 100 miles.  However, we decided to drive the rest of Route 66, which ended anticlimacticly with us driving by the Santa Monica Pier in the dark while it was raining.  Los Angeles is beautiful 95% of the time, but when we show up, it’s raining.  Go figure.

From the Santa Monica Pier, we turn around, and proceed back to our friend’s house, which is about 5 miles from there, at most, and it takes us about an hour, in the glorious and famous LA traffic.  I guess on the plus side we got the full experience.

Yesterday was nicer.  We slept in, hung out around the house, and then went for a driving tour of Beverly Hills, Hollywood, and Burbank, coming back on Mulholland Drive, which was pretty awesome.  Lee told us that although it sucks a little that it was raining when we got there, it was actually a good thing, because we were able to see a lot further from the hills, as the rain washed the smog out of the sky.

One thing that I expected, but was still a little surprised by is the number of weight-loss advertisements that are everywhere.  At home, I would see the occasional billboard for some weight loss pill or another, but here within the span of about 5 minutes I saw 10 ads for lap bands, which are the things you get surgically put around your stomach so you can’t eat as much.  It’s just strange.  Also, I don’t want you to worry that this mindset is having an effect on me: last night for dinner we had sausages and twice-baked potatoes. 

Today it is sunny and beautiful, and it is nice to take a few days off of driving before we head up the coast tomorrow.  We are expecting at our current pace that we should show up in Seattle at the end of the week.  Huzzah!

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