Cinnamon Toast
October 31st, 2007When barfed up, it looks like dough. Bad night. But very worth it. Although even the smallest social interaction seems to send me into stress-reaction sickness mode right now, I had dinner with Sarah-Architect, Erin, and Rachel (aka “The Girls”) last night at Koutoubia Moroccan restaurant. Food was tasty, and the conversation was a much-needed spirit lifter. What impressive, sharp, beautiful, kind people they all are.
We overcame real adversity to get together last night. Yesterday throughout the greater L.A. area, traffic was in a severe state. A giant crane tipped over cross-wise onto the 405 freeway, which is a major connector to all sorts of populous areas. This happened in the early morning. At 5 p.m., I crawled by it on my way home from work, and it was still there in the road, leaving only two lanes open north-bound, one south-bound (these are ten-lane freeways, again, heavily used and quite necessary). Such heavy machinery is tough to move, plus there was an investigation. Most of my students were late for class yesterday—up to an hour late—due to this accident and the miles and miles of backups it caused, first on freeways, eventually on surface-roads as well. Just about all of West L.A., and most of the freeways throughout the greater metro region, had come to a standstill by noon. Even at 7:30, when we were planning to meet at the restaurant, all four of us were creeping along on jammed surface roads, determined to get to some Moroccan food and our friends. That’s life in the big city, I guess. We need our big cranes.
November 1st, 2007 at 3:39 am
Ahhhhh. I was just trying to get to Westwood on Ocean Park… didn’t happen. I gave up and took a nap in the grass in a park. Every single east-bound road was a parking lot.
November 2nd, 2007 at 2:01 am
Maybe I should come stay with you guys. You seemed pretty alright while I was there.