It’s amazing how LA traffic works. I had to be in Burbank at 8:30 a.m. this morning for a proofreading training. (Good class, by the way. Learned a LOT.)  According to Google Maps, that would be 33.1 miles, and 38 minutes or up to 1 hour 30 minutes in traffic. Just to be on the safe side, I decided to give myself 2 hours to get there, leaving the area around 6:30ish. 605 to the 5 North and onward. Traffic was flowing. It was no autobahn but it wasn’t bumper to bumper. It was about 7:15 a..m. when I...
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For a long ass day and even a longer bus ride–damn the Spice Girls causing all the jam in Downtown LA during rush hour–all I need are some Bs. Brandon. Beer. Bacon (Applewood Smoked) and Brown Butter tortellinis. Much more going on in my head. But I’m not going to get into that today. Like I said, Long. Ass. Day....
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The obvious joy of the Trojans spanking the fucla bruins and that we are heading to the Rose Bowl was only the beginning. What did I do immediately after the game? Well, aside from posting the last item. I hopped in the car and headed out to Nhien’s at G-dale for girls night in, celebrating our friendship and my birthday. For once, I got to show up and do nothing. Haha! Amy brought the booze. Nhien provided noshables. Eva made pasta. The main event, the Italian rolled meatloaf by Celeste. Did I mention that Amy brought the booze? We started...
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Hell yes....
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1201070916.jpg Originally uploaded by theoakmonster. Alas! My breakfast. Homemade cinnamon roll French toasts topped/filled with whipped cream, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and banana slices, drizzled with Kahlua and sprinkled with almond slices. I soooo heart Gaffey Street Diner. 🙂...
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