It’s the eve before a flight and I’m doing my usual – procrastinating as much as possible. To be fair, I DID walk up a block after work to do a load of laundry. There are washers and dryers in our apartment building basement. However, the elevator hasn’t been working well for 2 or 3 weeks now. It doesn’t even go to the basement or the 7th floor at the moment. I only live on the second floor and can walk down to the lobby and take the stairs to the basement from there, except for one thing. This building is older; we think it may have been a boarding house. That being said, I often feel spirits in this building or occasionally see dim outlines of spirits. None of them bother me, except… whatever is in that stairwell. That one creeps me out and I REFUSE to use those stairs at all any more. So that forced me to go to the Laundromat. It was painless, actually.
Since getting home from there, I’ve managed to pack nearly all of my clothes necessary and sort of throw some toiletries together; need to assemble shoes, jewelry and paperwork. That’s it really. Not such a big deal. Since the shuttle is picking me up at 4:45 a.m. for a 7:15 a.m. flight, that requires me to get up around 3:30 a.m. If I’m getting up at that time, I’d like to be asleep by 9:30 p.m. tonight. Of course, it’s going on 8:40 p.m. and I’m blogging instead of finishing what needs to be done. When I’m done blogging, I have a mind to fall asleep for a few hours, THEN wake up, finish packing and go back to sleep again. Not logical at all, I know, but that’s how I roll, for some reason.
Where am I going? I’m flying to L.A. in the morning to spend the weekend at the Playboy Jazz Festival. I haven’t been to the Playboy Jazz Festival since I lived in L.A. many moons ago. In fact, the last time I attended was most likely in 1989 or thereabouts. I’m going both Saturday and Sunday. It’s being held at the Hollywood Bowl, George Lopez is the MC and the weather should be in the mid-70’s both days. Can’t forget my sunscreen, sunglasses and a hat. Whenever someone asks me what I’m doing this weekend, I tell them that I have a date with George Benson (he’s performing on Sunday)!
This will be my first experience with AirBnB. I found an apartment that’s probably 3 blocks from where my old apartment was. It’s walking distance to the Hollywood Bowl (15-20 minutes, depending on how fast one walks) and is a block or so away from “Rock N Roll Ralphs” on Sunset Blvd., which is open 24 hours. (I can remember my ex-boyfriend and I frequently doing our grocery shopping there at 2:00 a.m.!) Ralphs is more than likely where I’ll pick up my picnic supplies for the Hollywood Bowl – wine, plastic cups, sandwich, salad, chips, candy, water, etc. Then again, I wish there were some Thai food nearby – maybe Toi on Sunset, if it’s still there.
As fascinated as you must be by this post, let me start my little nap, so I can wake up and finish my packing.