City of Angels

I got off the train yesterday. I took a deep breath -- the smell of chocolate chip cookies complemented a view of the city so expansive I could see the HOLLYWOOD sign from the other side of town.

I sighed contentedly, and had a pleasing realization: I actually had a good week. That it was such a big deal is actually sad.

It wasn't an "I love L.A. week" -- haven't had one of those yet. But a year into West Coast-living, I realized I'd finally strung together a successful week, one that had me feeling that a steady collection of such experiences could make LA an almost-tolerable place to live.

It started with a free taping of the "Ellen" show. She had great guests, though she didn't give anything away :(

I worked two overnight jobs, as well as a temp gig for a big media company. It was fun, it was easy, I made good money, I met some nice people.

Then I caught the train with my homie to a Clippers game. Round-trip transportation for $3. The tics, for a game against the Sacramento Kings that came down to the last minute, were only $12. Not having to pay for parking or sit in traffic? Priceless.

There are some cool things to do here, solo or with friends. Heretofore they've just been so few and far between. But let's face it; nothing can beat being with people with whom you can have a good time doing nothing at all.

For all LA has to offer, that is what I'm still missing.