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I wanna be in my icon . . .
Mar. 17th, 2009 11:10 ambecause I miss L.A. I saw Kevin Costner at this taco stand. I also saw and had a great time with him again . . . at another Mexican restaurant . . . what can that mean? I don't miss Kevin Costner. Well, I miss the Bull Durham, Field of Dreams Kevin Costner. I don't miss Waterworld or the Postman Kevin Costner. In fact, when I think of L.A. I don't think of Kevin Costner at all. Unless I eat a taco. Then I do.
In other news, being betrothed is good. Kinda like it's always Christmas Eve. State of Anticipation. But, like Kevin Costner, sometimes I don't think of it at all. I'm thinking fall, apple orchard, linen dresses . . . she's thinking in the living room, lots of cake, big honeymoon . . .
My neighborhood in L.A. was perfect. I lived a block from the Brady Bunch house. I could walk up to Jennifer's Coffee and Henry's Tacos and Aroma Cafe . . . walk, did I mention that? Walk? In L.A. But of course, I often drove. On the way to somewhere else. To sit in traffic. In a canyon. I saw Patrick Stewart once in traffic. We were going opposite directions through Coldwater Canyon - he had the sweetest Jaguar, which is why I even noticed him. And so then I thought I'd turn around and try to follow him . . . yeah, well, two hours later and far from my destination . . . a cautionary tale indeed.
The cable guy is here now. We are communicating in a French/English way that seems less than conducive for cable installation.
Wish me luck!
In other news, being betrothed is good. Kinda like it's always Christmas Eve. State of Anticipation. But, like Kevin Costner, sometimes I don't think of it at all. I'm thinking fall, apple orchard, linen dresses . . . she's thinking in the living room, lots of cake, big honeymoon . . .
My neighborhood in L.A. was perfect. I lived a block from the Brady Bunch house. I could walk up to Jennifer's Coffee and Henry's Tacos and Aroma Cafe . . . walk, did I mention that? Walk? In L.A. But of course, I often drove. On the way to somewhere else. To sit in traffic. In a canyon. I saw Patrick Stewart once in traffic. We were going opposite directions through Coldwater Canyon - he had the sweetest Jaguar, which is why I even noticed him. And so then I thought I'd turn around and try to follow him . . . yeah, well, two hours later and far from my destination . . . a cautionary tale indeed.
The cable guy is here now. We are communicating in a French/English way that seems less than conducive for cable installation.
Wish me luck!
