The first month we were in LA, we didn't have any visitors. Not a one. And then randomly, it was like every person we knew decided to come to LA for the weekend. I swear they planned it or something. It made for a super busy, but super fun weekend. We started the weekend off with some friends from Salt Lake, who were traveling through on tour. We met up with them on Saturday evening, so see Nick's show. He was dressed as a beetle, and he was great. Then we had a night full of drive-thru shenanigans and catching up. On Sunday, we all went to the Getty, and then on and I got to seem him play for the second night in a row! I even got my hair cut on a street corner after the show! On Monday, I was able to visit with a dear friend from Maryland, who helped guide me through my years of teenage angst. Props to her! Later that night I met up with the family I used to nanny for, and we had a lovely dinner at disneyland! I sure do miss those kids... Then to top it off, I went to visit my mom and aunts and grandma who were girls trippin it up in Newport Beach. We had tons of fun doing pilates on the beach, chatting, and shopping. Isn't my grandma the cutest? And thennnnn, Jon and I moved into a new apartment in Los Feliz (which, let me tell you, is pronounced los fee-liss, though I refuse to say it like that). Our move out day rolled around and of course it was a torrential downpour. So yay! We got to move out of one 2nd story place in the rain and into another 2nd story place in the rain. But wait, it gets better. Because as Jon was going to pull the car up, and I was inside packing, I got a phone call. "I have some bad news," Jon said, the bad news pertaining to our car being broken into. No worries that we had a backseat full of glass and a portal into our car, that was seeming to say "Hey rain! Come on in, and soak all our stuff." This was followed by a million hours of hectic running around. We needed to vacuum the glass out of the car before we could load all our stuff into it, but we didn't have time to vacuum because we had a meeting scheduled for 2:00 with the housekeeper to get the keys to our new place, so we got the keys and headed to the car vacuum place, but then as luck would have it, we got a call from our old roommates letting us know that someone was moving into our room any minute, so we had to rush back to the old place and get all of our stuff out of the room, but we needed to get to the window fixing place before it closed for the weekend, so we just dumped our stuff in the living room and drove back to exactly where we just were, got the window fixed, vacuumed out the glass, and then drove back to exactly where we just were before, got our stuff out of the living room and loaded it into our car (in the pouring rain), and then drove again back to exactly where we just were to unload the stuff into our new place (again, in the pouring rain). Luckily, the next day was so much better. I mean, in comparison, anything was really better. And luckily, nothing was stolen from our car (despite the fact that we had a VALET KEY in there, and they could've stolen the car itself). As far as thieves go, this one was pretty considerate I guess. Didn't take the car. Didn't take anything out of the car. Broke the smallest window possible. And most importantly, didn't take Jon's rocks. Phew. Here's our new place! Sweet building, no? I think everyone could use a good denim raincoat, really. Though let's be clear, it most certainly does not do its job. In fact, It retains water probably better than anything else I own.
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