Where am I, Again?

Published April 9th, 2007

I think I’m in California. Sure feels like California…and yet, today on the way home you’d have no way of knowing. When I was a kid, I went to school a fair ways away from home - so there was some freeway driving every day. I got really into finding and counting out-of-state plates. Ever since, I always look at plates on cars when I’m driving if I’m bored. Since I take the same route home every day, it’s near auto-pilot. Plenty of time to notice other cars (sometimes people in cars…) and plates.

So today, I look around and notice that EVERY car around me - not from California. New York. Oklahoma. Indiana. Michigan. Minnesota. Florida. Texas. What the hell was going on? This continued all the way home, from West LA to Burbank - not every car of course, but an inordinate amount of out-of-state plates. Sometimes I feel like a tourist in my own town.

Whatever the hell is pollinating right now can stop. My allergies are going nuts. I’m abusing Tylenol PM so that I can clear up my nose, quell my headache and get some decent sleep. Usually I don’t have that much trouble during spring, but the past few days have been awful. Maybe I should move to Antarctica, no flowering plants there… Plus I need the Tylenol PM since I broke my personal rule of no caffeine past 730pm tonight. Was at Zephyr in Pasadena, one of the coolest coffee shops I’ve ever been to. I wish it was closer.

I just sneezed for the four zillionth time today.

Anyway. A friend I saw at Zephyr just got back from Hawaii and brought me a ridiculously fantastic gift. I guess she was at the world renowned Poipu Bay Golf Course and picked up a tag for my golf bag with my name on it. It’s a totally cool gift. Of course now I’ll have to figure out what to say when people ask me if I’ve played it - I imagine I’ll just lie and say yes, and I shot a 73. If I’m gonna lie, I might as well lie BIG. Playing that course would not only break my bank account but probably my soul as well. Gorgeous course though. It’s unfortunate that my friend probably doesn’t realize I go on very few vacations, so a repayment souvenier will be long in coming…

I’m still behind on photos. It’s baseball season, what do you want from me?! I’m preoccupied!

My nose burns. I’ll sign off for now before I snee…

Too late.

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