Sunday, December 12, 2010
Isn't it beginning to feel a lot like Christmas?
Not really. Not if you live in Los Angeles.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman doesn't feel the same at 10.30 at night with all the windows down, a 75 degree breeze blowing in from the desert over your face, even if you're zooming down Sunset and holiday lights are burning brightly. We left a party with pretty linen table cloths and orange glasses, speckled green plates, paperwhites in pots, a chocolate birthday cake decorated with sprinkles, and all the windows wide open to let in the warm winds which are enveloping Southern California. It's the Santa Anas, the devil winds that make sane people do crazy things, the condition that encourages excited prattle about earthquake weather. Arms and legs are bare again. The dogs are snoozing on the chairs in the sunshine. I'm tempted to drop ice into the Christmas tree water.
Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.