To Live and Die and Have a Birthday In LA

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I know some people, when celebrating their birthday with a trip, will go for a vigorous hike in the Cascades, or trek to Bhuthan to meditate with the monks.   Last week for my birthday (and sincere thanks to everybody who wished me a happy one, and all the rest of you miscreants also,) I went down to Los Angeles for a manicure.

It was well and truly the greatest manicure I’ve ever had.  The salon Secret Agent Fred and I went to had the severe white hush of a chic research lab and we each had a room all to ourselves so the technician could truly concentrate on our cuticles.

Also, tiny little fur brushes to whisk away the detritus from the emory board.  Dazzling.

Also quite charming was the always beautiful LA weather and lots of cute guys.

We were staying in a small hotel I quite like and which pretends to have a bar.  You sit down at a table, a server appears eventually, takes your order and then disappears.   One supposes they’re mixing drinks back in the laundry room.  I ordered a Lemon Drop because I am a Lady, I do Lady Things and it was served as a martini glass filled with Citron vodka.  That was it, no mixer, nothing, just liquor.  Turned out to go with my vicodin perfectly well.

And really great Mexican food, my favorite cuisine.  Why San Francisco is so lacking in it is a constant source of pain to me.

My favorite coffee place in the universe is a small San Francisco chain called Peet’s.  I was so glad to find one near our hotel and even more delighted to see they have valet parking.  It’s L.A. baby.

Thanks again to everyone for your birthday wishes, all of which came true.  It was a plenty Happy one.

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  1. Belated best wishes, Caro. You make LA seem quite alluring. As, with the exception of one night in Anaheim (don't ask), I've never been, perhaps we'll have to give it a whirl…

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  2. Darling, that answers why I found last week so exceptionally lovely here — You were in town!!!

    Silly me, if I had known I would have joined you for a refresco. I'm glad you had a happy birthday here though and Jason is right: dinner at El Cholo is (to paraphrase Lucky Charms) 'surgically delicious'!

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  3. Fred I recognize, but who's the stray boy in the first photo? Or have my eyes gone so badly I don't know friends when I see them?

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  4. The guy in the first picture was an accident; I didn't even see him, I was just shooting the palm trees against the sunset. His wife demanded to know why I was taking his picture and Fred and I were both flummoxed since neither of us had noticed him. It was a very confusing parking lot.

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  5. What is that brown shiny thing in the foreground of the 5th photo? It looks like someone has just emptied the kitchen slop bucket onto a plate et voila, enjoy your dinner sir. Bon appetite.

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