L.A. Story

I am so comfortable here. I suppose that makes sense - isn't that how everyone feels in their hometown? (I'm really asking - is that the norm?) I just feel so right in my skin here - it's sorta like I look around me and just feel me. I don't really know how to explain it. I love my life in Seattle dearly, but when I'm in L.A. I just feel more a part of things. The culture here is unlike any other.

Had a very L.A. night last night - drinks with Kate atop the Standard Hotel in downtown. It was great sitting under the smog-obscured stars amid the skyscrapers. The uber-hip spot is almost cliche: low-slung bed-esque couches clustered amid heat lamps, and adorned with beautiful people. In a remarkable, stereotype-busting feat, the cocktail waitresses were very sweet, and were clothed in baggy hipster sweats - no up-to-here skirts and down-to-here bust displays.

I just returned from the Coffee Bean in my old neighborhood, where I sipped my caffeine in the warm sun. Not a bad way to jump into a workday.