California trip

Just got back from a 3-day trip to LA.

I sat next to a 3-year-old boy on the plane, which normally would be a good thing, except that he kept farting for the entire 6-hour flight.

My first stop--about fifteen minutes after I landed--was Randy's Donuts. I needed to purge my olfactory senses of toddler farts and get things back on a positive note.

I stayed at a restored, Art Deco hotel overlooking the ocean. Restored, Art Deco, and Ocean are three of my favorite words.

Here are the things I loved about it:

1. The entrance.

2. The view on the way to my room.

3. The silk drapes.

4. The ocean view through 75-year-old windows.

5. Art Deco wood flooring and baseboards.

6. Funky crown molding.

7. Polished nickel bathroom fixtures.

8. The fact that it was right across from the beach, so I could go for a run before sunset.

9. The open bathroom, so I could take a shower after my run while watching the sunset.

10. The sunset, which made me feel like I was part of an Eagles album cover.

11. The fact that no one could see me naked--unless they had a really good pair of binoculars.

Okay, okay, enough about the damn hotel.

I got to see a hockey game with my sister's family.

Bonus: I got to see my niece Addie do a silly dance.

I picked up 7 donuts on my way back to the airport for the flight home, 5 of which made it to NYC. No farting toddlers on the redeye.

Happy to be home again...but it was a good trip.