Livin' it up at the Hotel of California
I was not mistaken for a terrorist, no one stole my money, my kitten didn't run away in my absence, the airplane completely failed to crash and I had the nicest time - all in all, I'd say my stay in the US was pretty damn amazing.
L.A was not all that impressive - except for the 'Star Wars-hotel' with the strange Coruscant-style elevators, Naboo corridors and Senate pods, which was awesome, and weird - but as we were there for the convention rather than for the city itself that didn't really matter. We went to Hollywood and Beverly Hills, though, did the tourist thing. Bought lots of clothes in the perplexing fashion district - small shops in the middle of something quite close to my idea of an American ghetto, selling very expensive and very gorgerous evening gowns.
Star Wars nerds everywhere. Friendly, fun, inspiring. Didn't spend nearly as much time in line as at C3 - yay! Jan Durseema is the nicest lady. Sixth place in the Kessel Run, FanForce Sweden totally rock (at everything, including singing, apparently...) Mojito is such a nice drink - I had the all the way through California.
Drove from L.A to San Fransisco, following the coast. Steep, green mountains crashing into the Pacific - beautiful. Had lunch in Los Olivos, weird little town in the middle of nowhere, street (yeah, street... don't think they had more than one) lined with wineshops, amazing sandwiches at the café. Spent the night in Morro Bay, a slightly bigger town by the coast, apparently big on tourists (mainly used to American ones, I believe) and with very nice seafood restaurants. The hotel was bloody weird, though, and empty. Didn't see a whole lot of people anywhere, as it happens. Made me think of horror stories, unsuspecting victims stranded in vampire towns... Managed to stay unbitten myself, but I rather think Kiri ran into some sharp-teethed fellows. She won't say, but I just can tell...
In love with San Fransisco. City by the bay, home of endless hills and cosy shops, gay paradise. We drove over the Golden Gate, we trampled the old jail corridors of Alcatraz, and we had the Dungeness Crab for dinner. Chocolate factory, cable cars, rainbow flags. I can well see myself returning there, and soon.
Still, it is good to be home. Last night was a bloody beaut, sun gently sinking behind green slopes of fresh grass, mild breeze ruffling the leaves. Good to have a room to myself, though neither Johanna nor Kiri are particularly trying company. Good to go on a midnight ride on my bike. Good to cuddle up close to my kitten, listening to her purr.
Yeah. Good to be home.
L.A was not all that impressive - except for the 'Star Wars-hotel' with the strange Coruscant-style elevators, Naboo corridors and Senate pods, which was awesome, and weird - but as we were there for the convention rather than for the city itself that didn't really matter. We went to Hollywood and Beverly Hills, though, did the tourist thing. Bought lots of clothes in the perplexing fashion district - small shops in the middle of something quite close to my idea of an American ghetto, selling very expensive and very gorgerous evening gowns.
Star Wars nerds everywhere. Friendly, fun, inspiring. Didn't spend nearly as much time in line as at C3 - yay! Jan Durseema is the nicest lady. Sixth place in the Kessel Run, FanForce Sweden totally rock (at everything, including singing, apparently...) Mojito is such a nice drink - I had the all the way through California.
Drove from L.A to San Fransisco, following the coast. Steep, green mountains crashing into the Pacific - beautiful. Had lunch in Los Olivos, weird little town in the middle of nowhere, street (yeah, street... don't think they had more than one) lined with wineshops, amazing sandwiches at the café. Spent the night in Morro Bay, a slightly bigger town by the coast, apparently big on tourists (mainly used to American ones, I believe) and with very nice seafood restaurants. The hotel was bloody weird, though, and empty. Didn't see a whole lot of people anywhere, as it happens. Made me think of horror stories, unsuspecting victims stranded in vampire towns... Managed to stay unbitten myself, but I rather think Kiri ran into some sharp-teethed fellows. She won't say, but I just can tell...
In love with San Fransisco. City by the bay, home of endless hills and cosy shops, gay paradise. We drove over the Golden Gate, we trampled the old jail corridors of Alcatraz, and we had the Dungeness Crab for dinner. Chocolate factory, cable cars, rainbow flags. I can well see myself returning there, and soon.
Still, it is good to be home. Last night was a bloody beaut, sun gently sinking behind green slopes of fresh grass, mild breeze ruffling the leaves. Good to have a room to myself, though neither Johanna nor Kiri are particularly trying company. Good to go on a midnight ride on my bike. Good to cuddle up close to my kitten, listening to her purr.
Yeah. Good to be home.