Wednesday, June 01, 2005
So I'm in a pool in West Hollywood and it's really hot and outside is this kicking city and if I jump on the bed I can just make out the big Hollywood sign in the hills.
This is such a rock'n roll place to be and there's cool people around so that's fab.
The diner is open pretty much 24/7 and seems like a local which I like and the weather is good enough for us to sit outside and eat loads of junk and get an LA Times out of the stand and rich kids right out of Beverly Hills 90210 descents on us, undoubtedly from the hills in their convertibles.
24 hours later I will search in vain for Vince Vaughn in Los Feliz and check into a big pink hotel in the middle of nowhere where there's a rock waterfall shower and loads of leather.
24 hours earlier I was cavorting on a beach before buying beer and take-out Mexican.
Mrs Charlotte is doing good.
This is such a rock'n roll place to be and there's cool people around so that's fab.
The diner is open pretty much 24/7 and seems like a local which I like and the weather is good enough for us to sit outside and eat loads of junk and get an LA Times out of the stand and rich kids right out of Beverly Hills 90210 descents on us, undoubtedly from the hills in their convertibles.
24 hours later I will search in vain for Vince Vaughn in Los Feliz and check into a big pink hotel in the middle of nowhere where there's a rock waterfall shower and loads of leather.
24 hours earlier I was cavorting on a beach before buying beer and take-out Mexican.
Mrs Charlotte is doing good.
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