Guess who’s taking the train into SF?
At The Farm in Bev Hills with Meghan after our meetings today
With the adorable (and so sweet) Ashley Hartman, on the commercial shoot just now.
Please note the bear in the background. Alrighty then.
Actually driving the Ferrari. I’m not gonna lie, it was ridiculously, insanely thrilling.
Finished product
Getting my makeup did ;)
Oh yes, THAT would be a Ferrari.
Oh, King’s Road Cafe. You never let me down!
Just a little Sunday morning mountain climbing ;) okay, okay. Hill climbing. Hahah
I’m not gonna lie - Meghan booked it up that mountain while I wheezed behind her. She’s a good liar though, and kept saying I was doing great. Hahah
With my hiking partner, Miss Megs
Top of Runyon Canyon!!
We arrived!!
HURRAY! My bag actually made it on the flight, despite me having to sign a “voluntary separation” paper, which means if they don’t get it on the aircraft in time, you have no right to get mad ;) oh, and yes, you read that right: 62 pounds. That’s what happens when you pack for four different climates.
The books I’m lugging along with me on my trip(s)
“I have spent half my life trying to get away from journalism, but I am still mired in it - a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world full of misfits and drunkards and failures.” - Hunter S. Thompson, in “Generation of Swine,” one of the books I’m taking on my 16-day-4-city journey
In Central Park near The Met. Yes, we’ve been wearing the same outfits for three days. :)
