SoCal

Aaaaaah, a week in Laguna. Work life is sure presenting its hardships this year. The weather was absolutely beautiful and the resort where the event was hosted was pristine. Though, it gets to be a little too much for me at these swanky hotels, with the Mr. Spiess this, and Mr. Spiess that. Too fancy. I know, rough right?

I did get an afternoon to sneak away and check out Jim's new apartment. I took the Coast Highway most of the way up, which was beautiful, then had the pleasure of getting on the 405...



Jim is in a sweet neighborhood just east of Brentwood, and only a couple miles from the Santa Monica Pier. It's a cool location with lots of restaurants and activity. We went down to the 3rd Street Promenade for some sushi, but I had to head back shortly after to get back to work. LA seems like an experience, and creates an feeling of self-consciousness everywhere you go. Everybody is better looking, and surgically altered. I have never seen so many fake boobies as I did last week in Laguna!

Southern California is beautiful, with their multi-million dollar homes perched precariously on the edges of the hills. Everywhere you go has an ocean view and Catalina is only a short ferry ride away. I can see why, if you had an endless supply of capital, people live there.



Again, more shots on Flickr.