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... room. I settled for a pilsener while Fletcher tasted four different beers in small tasting glasses. It was now about 7pm and the sun was a red ball. There had been what Peter called a "smoke intrusion", smoke from wildfires in Washington and California drifting over Oregon. The hazy sky covered the sun making it a red/gold colour as it was setting.
We returned to Peter's town house where he made a great salmon salad for dinner, accompanied by new ...
... but I couldn't get the app to work in the 'insecure' airport WiFi. So, after 30mins of trying I resorted back to a classic cab. Cost me 30$ to get to his place. :-/
Sam manages VIPs in the film and music industry and lives in a penthouse consisting of three appartments. There are a lot of bedrooms and several living rooms. I had my own room and my own bathroom to use. He lives there with five dogs and his roommate Ross. Ross is an actor and recently got a role in ...
... and scream abuse at pin ups of Audrey Hepburn! (I think this is something you get used to). Despite the glamour and the sky scrapers you can't ignore the amount of poverty there is too!
I can't put into words what an amazing time I am having! I could write all day long about everything I've been getting up to! This brief summary of each day doesn't do this place justice but it really is awesome!!
Miss you all lots!
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... as they weren't sport related stars. Ryan buys his next cap after copping lip from someone on the street about his San Francisco Giants cap. Jessica Simpson spotted in Beverley Hills. Cirsty gets robbed in broad daylight in a sushi shop on Beverley Drive by the shop attendant when she is charged $15 for 2 rolls. The pair run into Orlando Bloom, Ryan want to ask him about Miranda. Ellen ...
... As they left, willowing above us as they went by, the Maitre'd approached us telling us that there was s no-camera policy in the Chateau Marmont. I made it clear that they had been taking photos and in applying the When-In-Rome rule that we were only following suit.
Judging by the frosty Photo Police I can only surmise that LA is indeed the self-conscious place I first thought it was, where you can take a photo of yourself if you are a model but not if you are not.