On Sunday, Jackie, Park, and yours truly ventured over to theGnome Chomsky house in Silverlake, home of the hipsters. Chris Meyer makes a guac to lust over, and his home isn’t so bad either. We’re told it was designed by an ex-Disney employee which makes for a rockin’ story if nothing else. A true CL gem, outfitted with specially customized sofas, and people like me cutting watermelon when the occasion calls for it. It was sweltering that afternoon, but the transportive quality of Chris’ new digs made for a pleasant distraction.
We ended up driving down to SD late, and in a rather clandestine manner. Okay it wasn’t all that covert, but still, darkness seemed to engulf the car as we putted down the 405. There’s that small bit after the 73 where the road curves ahead with ocean as backdrop. I’m always conned into thinking I’m on the home stretch as I’m nearing it, but am sorely disappointed when I see that the end is not in sight just yet. I suppose it wasn’t such a let down this time around, since the focus of my drive was seated (and asleep) next to me.
