Yesterday was quite possibly the longest day of my life. We left our house in Melbourne at 7.30 am on Tuesday and went to bed on Tuesday night, 30 hours later on the other side of the world.
At 10.20am, the aeroplane left Melbourne for Los Angeles. 14 hours, two tantrums and absolutely zero sleep for me and M. Hotford, we arrived at 6am on Tuesday.
We couldn’t check into our hotel yet (the Beverley Laurel Motor Inn which is totally awesome – see pic of pool), so we left our bags and went to Swingers, the diner next door, for some delicious huevos rancheros served with a dazzling range of chilli sauces.
A. Hotford introduced herself to the locals in the diner with third tantrum having been reprimanded for making a run for the door to “just check the breeze”.
Nerves frayed and beginning to lose our marbles, at 11.30am we finally checked into our room and crashed out for a four-hour nap, waking up at 3.30pm. It was still Tuesday.
Feeling ready to take on LA, we called a cab, and with Mr. Hotford’s gallant instructions: “Take us to the stars!” we arrived on Hollywood Boulevard to shamelessly take pictures of the Hollywood sign and the Walk of Fame. By the time we had been shopping and had dinner in a Japanese restaurant, it was 8.30pm. On Tuesday.
Bedtime was welcome and by 9.30pm we were all asleep – an early night for a Tuesday!
Now it’s Wednesday and the hours are passing somewhat more normally. We’ve been to a mall where I pretty much cleared out H&M. A. Hotford managed to find one of shopping’s few traps for young players by spraying deodorant directly into her eyes in Bloomingdales, introducing herself to most of the Beverly Center with heart-breaking shrieks while Mr. Hotford rushed around looking for a pharmacy to buy eye-wash.
Thankfully she still has her sight, we all have sore feet and we’re having so much fun that I really don’t mind if the days stretch out infinitum from now on.This entry was posted in Los Angeles