(update 2/11/09) Yes, I know I need to resize the images below. I need Photoshop!
It was 3 below zero on Tuesday morning when I got into my car to leave for Midway. By 2 p.m. Pacific time, it was 91 degrees and damn near Utopian in Los Angeles.
Regarding the Southwest experience, I’ve completely turned a corner regarding that airline. The round trip flights were probably the easiest I’ve taken in the past year or so. It didn’t hurt that both flights were half-full, leaving me with plenty of space to claim as my own. Thanks, awful economy!
This trip was only the third I’ve made to L.A., and like the previous two, a quick 24-hour stop. This time around, I felt like I saw and did more, and not coincidentally, enjoyed and appreciated the city more.
I had my fat Midwestern tourist moment when, while driving through a neighborhood just outside of Burbank, I saw Jennie Garth and the dude from “Twilight” walking their dog. I also saw where Andy Garcia lives. These things excite me; and yes, I know that makes me more shallow than I usually choose to admit.
The majority of my time in L.A. was business-related, but I did manage to make it to the rooftop pool of my hotel. That being said, all I did when I was on the roof was take this picture:
I didn’t have time to capture the details of my visit on camera, despite my burning desire to snap the “Hollywood” sign and a tar pit or two. All I managed to commit to the digital camera were the above pool shot and this otherwise-valueless shot of the NBC studio and some mountains:
I left L.A. wanting to go back to see and do more, and I’m not just saying that because I experienced a near-100 degree temperature swing in less than a day.