merchimerch

I was in LA for the weekend, and it seems that just as my blood has thinned in California, such that a Pennsylvania winter feels fricken cold, my pretension tolerance has also thinned since moving north. I had a really hard time adjusting to the LA ethos this time around.

My failing patience for LAness was not helped by my day on Monday, which included my schedule changing at least 47 times, truly random and insane traffic, and Frodo (i.e. Elijah Wood) taking my table at a chi-chi restaurant, which resulted in having to wait 90 minutes for a table at which to enjoy the privilege of paying $20 for 4 mouthfuls of ravioli. Seriously, I went with

happykitten and her posse to "Piccolo," where they originally told us we'd have a 30 min wait. They eventually sent us across the street to wait in the lobby of a hotel and then when we came back, Elijah Wood and his party were sitting at a table, and they had not been waiting while we were there. So I'm guessing that we can blame Frodo for adding 60 minutes to our wait time. Perhaps what with saving Middle Earth and everything, he can be forgiven for cutting in line.

And the moral of the story for me, is that I now live in paradise and need to lower my expectations everywhere else. Traffic, weather, and food all seem unacceptable in other cities now. My blood has thinned in so many ways; I'm not sure this type of acclimation is actually a good thing.