Finding the Itch

Trip Start Nov 08, 2006
Trip End Ongoing

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Monday, April 13, 2009

My friend Deanne lives in LA now.  For most of her life, her last name was Itchon, which is probably one of the cooler names out there.  But now she's married, and her last name is Campos, which isn't nearly as exotic and I refuse to call her that. (Her husband's really cool, and I've spent a fair amount of time trying to convince him to take her name)  I actually haven't gotten in the habit of calling any of my friends by their married names, ostensibly because it's archaic and sexist to take a man's name like you're his property, but in reality I think it's just part of my general refusal to embrace change.

Derek had some work to do in California, so I joined him and while he worked I wandered around the city with Itchon. We went to a quaint Santa Monica cafe for breakfast.  I got scrambled eggs with some sort of grass they tried to convince me was a vegetable, but just because it's green doesn't make it edible. So they mixed my eggs with lawn clippings and arranged them with a tiny piece of toast on a massive plate in a very feng shui manner. This delicacy set me back $17, but I think one of the bus boys was on Charles in Charge, so that was cool.

Itch and I went to the Getty Museum, which is up on a hill overlooking the city.  The art is decent, but it's really the setting that makes it impressive.  That night we met Derek for drinks and did some general catching up and talking about how the Longhorns kick ass in various sports.  We then returned to Deanne and Kevin's car to discover that Itch had left the window down, and despite the fact that we were parked on the street in LA somewhere, no one stole my backpack, which because we were traveling had my camera and computer in it.  I felt pretty good about humanity by the end of the night.

The next day, we went to visit our friend Jones who manages a minor league baseball team near San Diego.  I got to revel in California traffic, which brought us to a standstill at 2 p.m., 30 miles from any city, for half an hour.  We eventually caught the 9th inning of the game and hung out at Jones' house that night.  I got to meet Jones' kids and catch up with him and his wife, so it was a productive few days in Cali.  From there, it was back to Texas.
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