Rattlesnakes, Mountain Lions and Michael Jackson

It's Michael Jackson's memorial today so we have to be careful what we want to do cause anything in the centre of town is going to be a zoo.

We head back out to Malibu and have lunch at Paradise Cove. It's a cute place right on the beach, but we eat too much calamari (which they serve in a giant martini glass... Jess even tried to warn us last night to no avail) and are suddenly exhausted. We sit on the beach for a while and listen to the kids playing and seagulls trying to steal food and then we walk out onto the pier and look back at the scene.

We leave lunch to drive up sunset boulevard only to find that it's the longest road on the planet. When we get to the top we're in Hollywood and stare down at the walk of fame unimpressedly. Is that all? We see the sign from a distance and as we drive closer come to a park which we decide not to explore becuase the bright yellow warning sign says 'Caution: Wildlife Area. Likely presence of Rattlesnakes and Mountain Lions'. Mountain lions!!

I'm sooooo tired so we drive all the way back down to the coast and I retreat into the hotel bed for a few hours. I haven't felt this way in ages, but I can't keep my eyes open. It's a mixture of all the driving, the sun after lunch, the heavy food at lunch and most likely has quite a bit to do with the wine from last night as well. Plus, I ahven't slept for more than a few hours a night since this roadtrip started.

When I wake up I feel refreshed and Fabri tells me the news of the world. There was a flood in Milan (I hope out house is ok, but there's no way to know till we get home). Then we decide to hit the hotel pool.

But Los Angeles is a good 20 degrees cooler than Vegas was. It's really cold! In fact I've been consistently cold since we got here. The pool water is hot though so I get in anyhow, but not for long cause there are no more towels and I have to send Fabri back to the room to get one for me. He's my hero when he comes back and my new destination is a hot shower.

Then we head out to Santa Monica for the evening. We park and walk the 3rd street prominade speculating on where to go eat. Then we go to check out the pier and see all the rides and corny pier-stuff they ahve going on there. Then it's back to the promenade and 3 slices of pizza and a cheery coke (which Fabri HATES but I love) for dinner because we decide that it's better for the evening than a real restaurant. We also passed a guy earlier who gave us a coupon for a comedy show, so we decide to go to that.

The show is really intimate and cute and you can tell they're all trying really hard. Some of the comedians are better than others and I laugh quite a bit during the one woman comic's bit. It was a nie change and the only show we've seen so far on this trip.

Exhausted we plow back to the hotel. Everything in LA is a billion miles from everything else. It's tremendous and so tiring. I liked Santa Monica and Malibu, but doubt I'd be very happy living in LA. Not that it was something I was considering too much. Right?