There are some cities that when I travel, I truly enjoy being back in. St Louis, Reno, heck even Columbus OH. But not Los Angeles. I am in the heart of it, and I mean that literally. I am downtown at Wilshire and Grand. Right in the middle of the smelly, disgusting, mess of it. I walked to the store and saw $100,000 cars parked in front of homeless people who were talking to a 7' foot tall transvestite hooker. It's the most bizarre place on the face of the earth. Heck, even on my way to the hotel we got stuck because they were filming an episode of Training Day a block over from my hotel There was a sign in front that warned "you might hear gunshots". Such a weird place and I live in a city that proclaims itself to be weird. But LA beats it every time.
Speaking of my hotel, whenever I stay in a hotel room I judge it based on if it were an apartment, could I live in it. The answer is a resounding no. I stayed here because it is .3 miles from my client and I can walk with ease this morning. It advertised itself as a 'hip downtown boutique' hotel. No, it's an old cramped building with bluettooth elevator and room controls. It's not horrible but it's also not my favorite hotel for sure.
The trip here was not exciting. Had a decent seat on the plane, a bumpy ride, but overall it was okay. My car driver got stuck in traffic (what a shock) and it took us over an hour to go 16 miles to the hotel. Checked in, ironed, took a nap. Walked to Jimmy Johns for dinner. Watched some TV, went to bed around 10:30. I only have the one day here. Out of here at 3am tomorrow. I don't need to leave so early but god knows with the traffic it could take me 2 hours to get to the airport. Better safe than late.
2 hours until I head out to the client.
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