November 20, 2009 at 10:58 AM
I limped walked down the boardwalk at Venice Beach, California and passed not one, but two medical marijuana consultation offices.

The second one was next to the Botox on the Beach studio. Tell me, would you get Botox on the beach? How about Botox in the sterile, environmentally controlled doctor's office?

On my way towards these storefronts, I overheard two people talking about the cost of someone's nose job. That was when I knew I was in Los Angeles
November 19, 2009 at 10:06 AM

What wonders lie beyond the snack bar at the Nutrilite blogger event? Find out behind the jump (where there are no ads as mandated by my ad network agreement).
November 18, 2009 at 11:31 AM
I am back home again in Indiana, but I'm still recovering from my "vacation." I didn't check my email for over 24 hours and now I am buried beneath electronic messages. To tide you over while I dig my way out, here are two pics from LA.

I visited the Central Perk set from "Friends" on the WB Studio Tour. The service was really slow though. I'm still waiting for my latte.

I sampled the pumpkin ice cream at the Farmer's Market and, DAMN, I wish this flavor was sold in stores. It was dee-lish!
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Update 11-19-09: Okay, y'all, I have been informed over and over again that pumpkin ice cream is available in stores, and even if it wasn't, you can make it yourself. Thank you for sharing.
November 16, 2009 at 10:18 AM

Hey, everybody! I am still in Los Angeles on the most anxiety-ridden vacation ever. First my bag got lost, now my leg hurts so much I can barely walk, and yesterday my rental car was damaged. Jetta vs. armored truck: armored truck wins. And no, I was not driving the armored truck. At least the driver didn't think I was trying to rob him. No one was injured and my insurance will cover it, but I will NEVER go back to the Santa Monica Pier again. Oh, and did I mention that I missed the Mulholland Drive exit on the 405 and drove all the way to the north side of the Valley before I figured it out?
But then, when I checked into my hotel that evening, thirsty, hungry, and stressed out, I found this waiting on my pillow and on my desk:


I nearly broke down and cried. Something small and simple like finding a nice little gift in my room at the end of a crazy-ass day did wonders to cheer me up. (Though I was cheered up even more by the guy at the Visa customer service center who told me they'd cover any damages my insurance wouldn't.)
Other than all that hoopla, LA seems to be a rather cool city. I'm going to drive around and tour different neighborhoods today. I would love to get out and walk, but my leg will have nothing of it, so I'm going to stay in my car like all the real Angelinos do!





























