Elvis Has Left The Building

It was a long week. A productive week. And when I got home from work last Tuesday and Dad wasn't there, it was sad.

(Sidenote: Then I got really sick for a week and a half. Bed ridden for like, five days. Still trying to get better. So that's fun. Good think I gotta hunk o' burning love that takes care of me. He's the best.)

(Additional sidenote: Never ever take Biaxin antibiotics. They are the devil.)

He flew out last week with a whole new set of memories. First and foremost, he got to meet the boyfriend. Just as expected, it went better than ever. And when you spent years being daddy's little girl, Dad liking loving the new boyfriend is a hard task to accomplish. We took him to fabulous dinners, great shows, and down sight seeing lane. We watched movies, laughed, drank, and ate amazing food.

Drove up the PCH north of Malibu and saw the most beautiful country I've ever seen. Mountains with cliffs jutting out over the carribean blue ocean, waves crashing up on jagged rocks just off shore, the sun shining down on our faces...it was absolutely breathtaking. I had never been up that far on the coast since the normal route takes you through ridiculous traffic, however, someone tipped us off on a secret route through the Santa Monica Mountains (which also consisted of a little wine country mixed in) which proved to be verrrry handy.

At any rate, it's another weekend (unfortunately not a long one) and I've got alot to do. Oil change, haircut!, start packing up the Hollywood apartment since I have to be out at the end of the month (can you believe it's been almost a year already?), go see Hollywoodland at the infamous Arclight Theatre, spend some good times with my love, and top it all off with a Willie Nelson/Ryan Adams/Neko Case show at The Hollywood Bowl on Sunday night.

Now, if 6:30p could just roll around real quick, I'll be able to get started.