greetings from l.a.

last 3 days were a whirlwind. racing and rushing the clock until departure. at the buzzer i managed to find rail tickets! chee! all while working too. then yesterday worked then went to mike's niece's wedding. she's older than him. saw 2 people from hawaii i knew there and it reinforced how small hawaii really is. at the reception while we were waiting for our table assignment we joked that it's probably in the nosebleeds. they told us we were at table 1. i said to mike, hmm, that doesn't sound like boonie land. sure enough we were at the head table! from supporting role to major player in the wedding! it was random.

i took a 2 hour cat nap because i was exhausted. then woke up at around 3 to pack. mike passed out and told me to wake him up to get omiyage at walmart. he looked so peaceful so i let him sleep and ventured out alone into the scary dark at a scary hour.

it must be from the "first 48" marathons, but i'm increasingly skittish. the newest email hoax is that to be initiated in a gang in vegas you must shoot a woman pumping gas in the head like some sick scavenger hunt.

some dude just left his bags unattended by mine. i should stuff all my drugs in his bags. j/k, i have none and i'm kicking myself for not bringing a clandestine lollipop, but whatever. looks like i'm going about this sober. the crutch is gone and i must depend on a natural high.

so of course at 4 a.m. i have to get gas to run the quick errand, so i pump lighting speed 2 gallons and continue to walmart where all i can find is beef jerky.

mike is back from the bathroom (number 2!) so i'll wrap this up and be social for the rest of the layover. we're going to watch tv on the slingbox which is pretty cool.

suzuku...