I've been to Los Angeles plenty of times (shoot I even lived there for about six months when I was two) but this last week with Andrew, hands down, was the best time I've had there yet.
It could be because it was grown-ups only so I didn't have to tie anyone's shoelaces or cut up anyone's meat or scout for the quickest route to the bathroom but I must say, a good time was had by all.
Here are a few of the things I saw--thanks to everyone for their recommendations!
1. The Getty Museum. I had lots of you out there recommend that I catch the Getty and while I'd heard of it I was surprised how many said it was a must-see.
One Mom,
Coffee Mom,
J Fife, Angie of
Seven Clown Circus, gerwegirlie,
An Ordinary Mom,
Halala Mama and Cathi from
Cathi's Kitchen all gave glowing reports so I planned on spending a day there with Jenna from
Cranberry Corner to not only enjoy the museum but a blogging friend too.
Well schedules never quite matched up so I ended up doing a whirlwind tour all by myself but I will definitely say that it's the most beautiful museum I've ever seen. Hard to believe? Well it's located on top of this hill overlooking the city and while you park in this large underground parking garage at the bottom of the hill there is a tram that winds around, taking you up, up, up to the top where the five or six buildings that make up the center sit.
So on top of this hill with an amazing view is this network of buildings of glowing rock that feels like a modern Roman forum complete with fountains and sculptures and arches framing views of the city below. Breathtaking would be an understatement.
And while I was only able to spend an hour or two on the upper floors which held the Getty's collection of paintings (European masters from the 12th-19th century) it was enough to get a taste.
Van Dyke, Rembrandt, Monet, Pissaro, Gauguin, Reubens, Titan, Gainsborough, Breughel, Steen, Turner (and on and on and on) all the biggies are there. I love that photo of the man above looking at the portrait--it's like they're identical twins separated by about 300 years right down to the beard--though my favorite picture is the portrait of the peasant woman you see here on the right.
And if this isn't long enough you're welcome to view
this video I took. 
2. Other Treasures. I also found this fun little treat outside at the Getty that must be some kind of seed pod. I picked it up and kept it in my pocket for a few days, reaching in and playing with it every once in a while because I loved the texture.
Eventually I found it, still in my pocket, at the airport during the flight home and it was shriveled and rather mushy. It was almost as pretty as the paintings. I have no idea what it is but I like it.
3. Traffic Like No Other. Luckily I'd had the foresight to think of bringing my little handy dandy GPS unit (the
Navigon that I reviewed last summer) and it took us right to our hotel, slick as anything. We stayed at the Marriott on South Figueroa Street in the financial district and I've never really driven in L.A. before so I was one hundred percent chicken to try anything on my own.
I was completely nervous that I'd get lost and that they'd find my mummified remains somewhere along the Ventura Freeway in late 2010 but Andrew was tied up with his conference and I figured if I didn't get some guts and just
do it I'd be sorry so I grabbed my GPS and the addresses and hit the road.
And you know what? I was spectacular. I didn't even make a wrong turn. Yes I know you skeptics can give all the credit to the machine that did all the brain work if you want but seriously, someone had to listen carefully to the computerized creepy-voice directions and look at the street signs and make all those proper turns and exits or the whole thing would have been a rat's nest so I deserve at least
some credit for conquering the roads.
After making it all the way to the Gettty and back by myself (through rush hour traffic no less) I felt completely powerful. I could have bent steel rods with my bare hands if someone had just given me one.
4. Cars, Cars and More Cars. Which reminds me . . . I've never seen so many fancy cars in one place before. Does everyone drive shiny new cars there? Where's the dust? Where's the caked-up tires? The bumper stickers? The rust spots? The
pick ups??
I think it's a pre-requisite for living in California that you have to have a new car and wash it diligently every week.
Here's a shot of a Lamborghini we pulled up behind at one stop light--just earlier than that we sat next to a Ferrari that was on the back of a tow truck which somehow struck me as humorous.
I mean, if you're going to own a Ferrari wouldn't you darn well expect it to be in perfect working order at all times? That's kind of part of that $500,000 price tag I would have thought. Seems really wrong to have to pull one's Testerosa over to the side of the road because the timing belt broke or the radiator leaked. I just don't see that happening to Robin Masters. . . .
5. The Lakers. I felt like a complete goober but I'd forgotten that the L.A. Lakers had won the championship the week before so when I stood at the concierge desk, asking for directions around the downtown area and was told there was going to be a parade blocking the street, I said, "Really? A parade? What for?"
I got this disgusted though polite look that said, "You're obviously from out of town. And a goober."
Though she was nice enough to say instead, "The Lakers are having a parade for winning the championship. It'll be going down the street in a few hours."
"Oh." I said. Then I went to Macy's. No offense Lakers but I'm just not that into basketball. Or purple.
6. Pepperdine. One night after the conference Andrew wanted to do some driving so we struck out on our own and even turned off the Navigon, trusting our fate to the direction of the sun and moss growing on the north side of the palm trees.
We went down through Beverly Glenn Road, through Bel Air, and ended up in Malibu where we just
had to see the beach and enjoy that perfect ocean air.
But Andrew happened to see the university up on the hill as we drove by and wanted to get a closer look. You see we did law school in North Dakota and there's this little tiny part of him that says, "Wow. We got North Dakota. What schmucks when we could have had
this instead!" because he'd heard how gorgeous the campus was and he'd thought about applying there all those years ago.
And it's true, after the quick drive up the mountain I'll admit that Pepperdine has got to be about the prettiest campus I've ever seen but then I've also heard it's the about the most expensive too. Ah well, the road not traveled right?
7. Cholada Thai. That night we ended up having dinner out in Malibu at this little shack that had that unique blend of looking like it might be under investigation from the health inspector but with extra piles of beach side chic. It's a blue hut by the side of the Pacific Coast Highway and the food was "wow!" good.
The dumplings were luscious and I had the Pad See-Ew which was really just Pad Thai with broccoli, which (in my humble opinion) only made things that much more lip-smacking good. I'm a hot-food whimp so I was pretty timid about trying anything too "out there."
Andrew had the barbecued chicken with their house rice and thought it was great too, though our two plates could have probably served half the L.A. Lakers themselves. And I didn't even have a way to save my leftovers. Dang. I'm still remembering those tasty wide noodles with dark sauce slipping around my fork . . .
8. Phillipe's. Thank you to
Hollywood Underground Diner, Melanie at
Write Stuff, Angie at
Seven Clown Circus and
Linda for the head's up about this place--we ran over there just before going to see the Dodgers' valiant efforts against the A's and your talk was not just hype.
Best French dips
ever.
It is not pretty, it is not fast food but boy is it good. Both Andrew and I had the beef with American and I really wish I could have gone back to sample the pork and the lamb--I can only imagine how great those too would be. A French dip and a lemonade on a sunny summer evening--does it get any better than that??
9. Pink's Hot Dogs. And while I'm at it I'm going to continue with my "Calories across America" reminisces by including a little blurb about Pink's.
I'd seen a piece on television about this famous hot dog stand a couple years ago and at the time I remember thinking, "Someday I'm going to eat there. Oh yes, someday."
You see I'm a huge hot dog fan. Yes I know what is supposedly in them but it doesn't matter, if liking dogs is wrong then I don't care to be right. Anyway, it's supposed to be this fantastic place for hot dogs that's famous enough to have dogs named after all sorts of celebrities and I remembered my vow to taste of their goodness when I was planning this trip.
I had planned on having Thursday to myself while Andrew was in conference but his meeting ended early so he asked where I wanted to go for lunch. I felt stupid telling him of My Quest. It kind of felt like confessing that I needed to travel to a nearby volcano to get rid of this evil magic ring or something if I told him I wanted to travel half an hour through nasty traffic to the other side of the city just for a hot dog--especially with him starving for food already.
But being the great guy he his, when I told him where I'd planned to go he humored me and said he'd be up for a hot dog too. I plugged in the address in my little GPS and away we went.
We drove and we drove and we drove, trying to get to 709 North La Brea and after half an hour I kept looking around and thinking, "You know . . . this just doesn't look like what I'd pictured . . . this seems so
residential."
About the time I realized that I'd accidentally punched in 709 North La Brea in
Inglewood we pulled up in front of a dry cleaners--that didn't even sell hot dogs! Oops. Of course by then we were another half an hour from where they must have moved Pink's to--in Hollywood--but did my man complain? Nope. We punched in the real address and were off again, even though his eyes were beginning to look slightly sunken and his skin rather sallow and droopy from the malnourishment.
Another forty minutes (traffic) and we were back in Hollywood and I said, trying to be optimistic, "Hey! Well at least we'll beat the lunch time rush, right?"
He couldn't quite muster up the energy to smile. He tried but collapsed in exhaustion as his organs began to shut down just as we turned the corner to find . . .
Pink's. And apparently we weren't the only ones. You see that picture there? Oh it's accurate. Even at 2:30 pm on a Thursday afternoon the triple-layer line went out the front and
then went around the back side of the building. Yea, they don't show that part in the photo do they? Liars.
We parked and looked at all those people slowly frying in the hot sun, waiting for their chance to order a glorious Bacon Chili Cheese Dog (could they cram any more protein in?) and I gave up. I couldn't do it. Andrew wouldn't have survived without resorting to cannibalism and by that time even I was starting to get darn hungry so I hung my head and turned to go and I promised him that the first place we saw that had food in the window would be ours.
And that, my friends, is the story of how I didn't get to eat a Pink's hot dog. With onion rings. Because I was totally craving onion rings and was going to go for broke by ordering a side along with another glass of lemonade. Curses. Where's a good street-clearing-drive-by shooting when you need one?
10. Universal Studios. And finally, to bring this to a close, on Friday Andrew and I decided to be total tourists and go to Universal Studios. He'd never been and it had been 30 years since I'd been so we figured how else were we going to drop massive amounts of money?
Of course we had a great time, what's not to love about strolling around in the absolute optimal temperature for human happiness with the guy you find fetching by your side? The only way the day could have been a downer is if the park had been taken over by Libyan terrorists or something.
However, I would point out a couple things that made it a little better than it normally would have been. First, Universal Studios offers "Front of the Line" passes which are really just First Class tickets. It's $67 to get into the park (gasp) but $105 will get you to the front of the line. At the ticket booth they give you your passes to wear around your neck and then any time you go to an attraction or ride the operators see your passes and say, "Why hello there Honored Guest! Please step this way into the special A-List line. Would you care for ice cream? Can I fan you? How about a foot massage?"
Or at least something like that.
But really, it was suh-weeet. I think most of us have labored through the dungeons of the theme parks where you stand in line for eons for a mere 60 seconds of "whoopee!" and due to the wonders of capitalism Universal Studios has fixed the problem. We had coupons which brought the price down though we'd never have done it if it weren't just us two but boy was it nice. Every ride, walking right on and then getting the front of the cars or the front of the rows.
And then you kind of feel like royalty--I'm embarrassed to say it--but being able to just waltz in everywhere makes you feel like a million bucks. Though in California a million bucks isn't quite what it used to be I hear--not after taxes.
Anyway, I've wondered if they couldn't extend this idea into real life. What would you pay to have a little pass around your neck that allowed you to never wait in another check out line or toll booth or stand behind the sweaty guy at the DMV? Maybe that's what Bill Gates' life is like.
So Andrew and I went on the Simpsons ride over and over again. It's by far the best--in fact most of the rides are only okay. I thought Universal's
Islands of Adventure in Orlando is much better as a theme park but the Simpsons ride was a hoot. I kind of felt cheated with my Front of the Line pass because I didn't get to stand in line and enjoy the witty cartoon repartee they've prepared as they set up the story behind the ride. Of course after the 11th time I kind of had the basic plot down.
This ride alone is almost worth the price of admission but then I'm a huge Simpsons fan. (Guilty secret). It's even better than Spongebob in my book.
And did you know about Cool Zones? Universal has these stations set up all over the park: under awnings, in the lines, by the concessions--all where they blow a cool mist out and you can stand in it if you're hot. Amazing. It's so fun and so smart it makes you wonder why--if global warming is such a problem--they don't just hire Universal Studios to put out these Cool Zones all over the parts of the planet that are a little too warm so those of us up north can bake as much as we like? Best of both worlds.
And finally, above you can see the picture I took from the studio tour where they had the 747 from
War of the Worlds strewn about like a teenager's messy room. You remember the scene? The plane crashes at Tom Cruise's house, he wanders out the front door and the entire neighborhood is destroyed, covered in wreckage and crushed under pieces of fuselage. So he jumps in his minivan and drives right down the conveniently ploughed path, just big enough for his car, through the debris and right out of the subdivision without so much as a popped tire. I love that.
But not as much as I love the Simpsons.
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