Remember how much the weather sucked last week? Well, I missed the whole thing!

There is never a better time to go to Los Angeles than when the northeast is about to be blanketed by snow and the general crapulence that snow brings, and while everyone was looking up to the sky pumping their fists with furious anger, i was crusing* down Sunset Drive with the windows down and listening to Indie 103.

As a New Yorker, I'm supposed to hate Los Angeles in general. I suppose I kinda sorta do, but the appeal of the place is definitely understandable:

- The weather is nice
- People are nice and let you turn into their lane
- The beach is nice
- Beverly Hills is nice

On the other hand, I got really sick of driving everywhere (I hadn't driven this much since I gave up my car 8 years ago) and missed the freedom that having to drive anywhere brings (you don't have to pay for parking, never have to ask "how much is gas here?", can get drunk). I'm also not completely jumping for joy for missing the snow storm, as loneliness is pornography and Discount-what'smybloggerpasswordagain?-Kid got stuck at the airport all day, the latter on his way to come see me! Oh, and the bars close at 2 a.m.

Other general observations:

- What's really amazing about being there is observing just how prevalent the entertainment industry is in Los Angeles. I know people also come to New York to make it big, but there's also other things to do in media, and there's the banking and advertising firms too. But there, man, you see so many young kids trying so hard to be fabulous and popular that you're like "wtf".
-Being that the current fashion trend for girls is to wear huge sunglasses and a baseball hat, it's impossible to tell who is a celebrity and who isn't.
-After looking forward to hearing what a major indie rock station would sound like, I was pretty non-plussed by Indie 103, until the weekend hit. Then the playlist was just magical, going from Joy Division to TV On the Radio.
- Our song of the trip was "Young Ones" by Peter Bjorn and John. It's rare that I'll go out and buy a CD from a new band after hearing only one song from them nowadays, but guess what I just did on my lunch break!
- After not going to one since going to school in Rochester, I didn't realize just how much I missed Del Taco.
- For a town in which everybody drives, the drinks are pretty darn tootin' strong.

* stuck in traffic, tapping the break pedal every 2.7 seconds.