Tomorrow I am going to Los Angeles for two weeks with a collaborator on a writers’ retreat.
When I tell people this, I generally get a reaction of disdain mixed with pity. “Oh, Los Angeles,” they say. “I hate Los Angeles.”
The thing is, the writers’ retreat is my aunt’s 6,000-square-foot house in Beverly Hills, with a grand piano, a kidney-shaped swimming pool, and a TV bigger than me.
Go ahead and hate Los Angeles. I’ll send you a photo of me in the pool and you can pity me if you dare.
Faustus: I just have to say that you are absolutely hilarious and I look forward to reading your blog daily. It’s incredibly creative and insightful (I’m sure everyone writes that. Excuse the literary-groupie tone). Have you written any books yet? If you haven’t you certainly should. –Roxzana in Brazil.
Please do send that picture to me :-).
Oh, I dare. We New Yorkers have to have something to hate pity, right?
Pity schmity! Enjoy yourself, I’m green with envy!
Oh, Los Angeles? I hate Los Angeles.
I’m holding it to you, you’d better send the picture!
My last trip to LA (my 5th) was great. Beautiful weather and good times. I’ve only been to New York twice – and only for a day each time, at that – but I didn’t like it.
Oh, Los Angeles? I love Los Angeles!
It’s my home. 🙂
Wahhhh I’m trapped in New York.. Hellppp meee…. Heeelllpppp meeeeee`~~~~
Yeah but doesn’t this mean that the free sex I was promised is delayed by 2 weeks 🙂
I hate LA — send me a photo too! (Or an invitation to come visit… JetBlue has great fares.)
los angeles is just far too complex for new yorkers to understand.
or maybe it’s too simple.
either way, all you nerotic east coasters will never get it 😉
I need pity. And tickets. Please?
does angelo know this??? you know he should be arriving at LAX any day now. even though he has dabbled in bottomhood, he would be ever so pleased by this news.