Update
Busy week. Finished up with work on Wednesday and have been housewifin' it ever since. Thursday was dedicated to putting together those mythical earthquake kits everyone is supposed to have in their cars. Not only are they expensive, but they also take up a lot of trunk real estate. But thanks to the hurricane I'm too paranoid to be unprepared.
The hurricane! Unreal. I don't have the energy right now to say anything except that I love New Orleans. I hope it recovers. Chris and I spent two very formative weeks there early in our relationship while working on a student film.
Saturday night we went to the Hollywood Bowl to see John Williams conducting the LA Philharmonic. He played mostly his own stuff. During the Star Wars music, people throughout the bowl raised their cheap plastic lightsabers and waved them in time. It was pretty funny. The concert was good. Didn't blow my mind the way a couple of others have. But that was probably the combination of wine and music blowing my mind rather than strictly the music.
During this time, Winston was making himself a guest at an establishment called LA Dogworks. It's a doggie daycare and boarding place and he despises it. He's terrified the whole time and constantly cons the staff into carrying him around. Plus he smells like chemicals when he comes home. He had an awful time Saturday and unfortunately had to go back yesterday while Chris and I drove to Malibu for Cricket and Ron's wedding. Which was lovely.
I think we'll try to find a dog daycare and boarding facility closer to home and perhaps smaller. Winston is just not cut out to be in an enormous room with dozens of dogs.
I need coffee. This blog entry is boring. Next time: my horrifying experience in the Mystic Tan booth.
The hurricane! Unreal. I don't have the energy right now to say anything except that I love New Orleans. I hope it recovers. Chris and I spent two very formative weeks there early in our relationship while working on a student film.
Saturday night we went to the Hollywood Bowl to see John Williams conducting the LA Philharmonic. He played mostly his own stuff. During the Star Wars music, people throughout the bowl raised their cheap plastic lightsabers and waved them in time. It was pretty funny. The concert was good. Didn't blow my mind the way a couple of others have. But that was probably the combination of wine and music blowing my mind rather than strictly the music.
During this time, Winston was making himself a guest at an establishment called LA Dogworks. It's a doggie daycare and boarding place and he despises it. He's terrified the whole time and constantly cons the staff into carrying him around. Plus he smells like chemicals when he comes home. He had an awful time Saturday and unfortunately had to go back yesterday while Chris and I drove to Malibu for Cricket and Ron's wedding. Which was lovely.
I think we'll try to find a dog daycare and boarding facility closer to home and perhaps smaller. Winston is just not cut out to be in an enormous room with dozens of dogs.
I need coffee. This blog entry is boring. Next time: my horrifying experience in the Mystic Tan booth.
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