L.A.

Ah...with my talented cutie-of-a-hubby in L.A. this whole week filming, I am left alone at home quite jealous of his week long jaunt in So-Cal. Therefore I am left to dream of L.A. I have only been once, last October, it was a brief stay--but love. The closest I can come to L.A. on this Monday night is a trip down memory lane while my husband lives it for the millionth time. Truly, unfair. I'm in the wrong business.

Who wouldn't love this drive?
My first day in L.A., my New York body was not digging the smog or the heat. I insisted on going to the Getty anyway, despite the migraine gripping me in this picture. Man, I look miserable--and I was.
But I bounced back. And I loved L.A. The trip down Mulholland. Striking my phoniest pose whilst pointing at the hazy Hollywood sign in the background. So good.