Using the internet at our friendly local Starbucks affiliate while I wait for Patrick to come pick me up. Despite the weather outside being a gorgeous 60-something degrees, it's about 14 degrees in here, which pretty much just makes me feel like I'm back in Minneapolis. Perhaps these lovers-of-chill here should switch places with some pasty Minnesotans for a while so they can appreciate each others' climes. It will be just like the movie Trading Places, except Eddie Murphy is everyone in Minnesota and Wall Street is Southern California, and there are no orange juice futures involved.
Speaking of oranges, I saw a truck full of 'em driving down the freeway today. I had to do a double take because at first I thought it was just a regular truck with oranges painted on it. I guess I have to get used to trucks hauling something other than sugarbeets here.
Pasadena is really nice. We have a great view of the San Gabriel Mountains off our back porch and at night we can see some of the twinkling lights of the downtown area through the palm trees on our street. We went to downtown Pasadena yesterday and I thought I saw Kate Winslet, but chances are it was just a blonde lady. I discovered I live about a mile away from a Tiffany&Co., among other fancypants stores I can't afford. Still need to scope out the Pasadena Recovery Center so I can give my best to Dr. Drew and Jeff Conway.
Left: Dr. Drew doing his best "I Really Care" face.
