more l.a. pix...

becs with her baby bump, ali, sandy, bruce lee, and dancing leprechaun!

L.A. Pix,...more to come!

Hola kittens,...here's some pictures from Los Angeles, aka the gongshow in between Buenos Aires and Vancouver. What was to be the R and R prior to home was in fact,...well a little R and R (lets face it the Four Seasons ain't hard), and serious party action.

Waiting on my DEAR friends, Rebecca and Ali to send more pics. Come on girls, move it!

L.A.

Through the haze of Red Bull and Vodka the most recent updates will be attmepted. After changing flights home, several times, and in the process setting an airline record it seems, I'm still in Los Angeles. It truly is the city of stars, oh god that sounds way to fromage. Well its certainly a prozac pill of happiness and cool.

Ali C flew in from London, I from Argentina, Craig from Vancouver,...and just a couple days ago, Adam C from Victoria. It's been a mix of casual times, extended efforts of booze consumption in the evening and wonderful morning walks along Ocean Ave. in Santa Monica.

It's in Santa Monica where we've all come to visit Rebecca and Sandy. Bec's has a bun in the oven named Fred. Fred is a trooper like none other. We've put an iPod up close to mummies belly and Lil Fred kicks away,...perhaps a hiphop in the making or a DJ master?? Fred has also been brought along to Villa, apparently the most happening bar in L.A. right now. A 'juiced' event to get us past the paparazzi cameras and bouncers, organized of course by Craig W. Fred has also been to Goa, another hip bar. All in all,...Rebecca has been a blast and full of energy and always wanting to be a part of the action. This must indeed transfer through to her child. That was kinda a rambled mess there,...please refer to opening line of this blog,...vodka haze.

Oh yes, last night. Vodka, ...lots of. Ok, we met this chick named,...named...Rachel. Yes, and she took us to this bar called Barney's Beanery. Imagine a big sports bar, but not too sporty,...just enough for fun without the yahoo's. Ok,...they had an xbox machine with couch, and an old school Galaga video game,...shuffle board, etc etc. We went haywire on the drinks,...then came home and got dizzy.

So then,...in L.A.,...there were Rodeo Drive moments with the gang,...pink berry ice cream, and of course,...4 nights and 3 days at the Four Seasons. Here Watson and I shared a room,...with Erin B (from New York) across the hall. She is a bundle of energy and a true gong show, all hidden beneath a very innocent looking brunette darling. Deadly! Hit the Thomson for Sushi one night. Oh back to the hotel,..this deserves a little chatter. The Four Seasons is simply the Webster's definition of With The Program. Poolside eggs benny, catch a little sun,...followed by poolside club sandwich. Genius. Oh,...and then there was "Rotisserie." Rotisserie is a guy we nicknamed because of his perfect, ridiculously dark tan. I mean this guy is a professional holiday 'guy.' He was so dark he was almost purple. His moves were slow and sleek,...slicked back hair,...and he sat there just staring at the sun as he puffed on Cuban cigars. Oh,...and his cougar wife just sat beside him,...saying nothing of course,...because her words may create wind,...tarning his smoke patterns created by the cigar,...or who knows, scare away his sun.

In the mornings,...these pool guys at the hotel somehow knew that we had boozed our faces off the night before. They would show up with these ginger, honeysuckle tonics and just say, 'good morning,...these should help.' We'd all look at each other and say did you order that? Nope,...think they get word from the maids when they see empty bottles of vodka and beer in the shower. Anyhow,...its Beverly Hills, and it all works.

Adam just popped in and reminded of the awesome L.A. Dodgers baseball game from yesterday. Sandy, Rebecca, Ali, Lucas (aka Kandahar), Adam and I all hit the baseball game yesterday against the San Diego Padres. Between the beers and booby staring we somehow made it through 9 innings of ball,...caught some wonderful sun in the stands, hooted and hollered and then made it home, all in time for a nap.

So then, Alaska Airlines has heard from me a total of about 5 times to change my flights,...I think a record. Tonight, finally, will be making it home to Vancouver. But define home? This l.a. place,...and that Argentina place are pretty darn cool. Pictures to follow shortly.