Last Hours in Brentwood

Greetings, gentle readers.

Well, I'm not complaining, but I've been stuffed like a goose since I got to L.A., and despite my best efforts to work some of lunch off on the basketball court this afternoon, all I've succeeded in doing is making myself into a sweaty, smelly mess before dinner. So it's the showers, laundry, bed, then up at 0500h to rush to the airport and continue the journey. Yes, it truly is all about the journey.

Brentwood is an interesting place. Many nouveau riche and nouveau pauvre brushing elbows along San Vicente Boulevard. Had a lad on a bicycle shoot past me at some ridiculous speed whilst shouting "Boo, Canada, boo!" Didn't realize that he had the time or the visual wherewithal to notice my Canada scarf, considering the relativistic length-dilation effect. My scarf should have looked an inch long.

Also found an entire supermarket-sized outlet store dedicated to all things footy. Still operating under strict luggage restrictions, so didn't buy anything. Maybe on the way back... they were starting to stock the 50% off racks, so stuff might be readily available on the cheap in a month.

Worked out that I'll be spending 25 real-time hours on planes and in airports, but because we're losing 10 hours going east, it will seem like 35.

Must run. A shower and yet another meal beckon.

Back before you can read "A la Recherche du Temps Perdu."

Cheers,

–mARKUS