We spent a wild weekend "down under" in Los Angeles, where I always have to vent "gosh I hate LA" as soon as we land, much to Barb's chagrin. However, the people who live there (at least the ones we know) are so wonderful that within the next hour I am loving every minute we spend there. The wedding was luxurious and well thought-out. It was elegant and generous. Those of us lucky enough to be the guests could barely roll ourselves out of there. The bride and groom were stunning, the attending group of family and friends was perfect, the ceremony made us cry and we all danced to "shake your groove thang."

Back at our (got it on priceline) hotel, Barb almost saw Little Richard in the lobby. Well, they said he was there, but she didn't see him. After a brief respite, on to more partying at Brad & John's house. There is probably more than one thing that they can do very well, but the one thing I can vouch for is that those men sure know how to host a big party that makes their little house seem so comfortable and spacious. More food, and cute bartenders, too.

By the time we managed to totter back to the hotel, all we wanted to do was to sleep and then sleep some more. But one small detail was preventing that: Sunset Strip! outside our balcony. On other trips, we have tried to sleep in New Orleans in the French quarter. We have tried to sleep in Miami on South Beach. We have tried to sleep in Boston with someone slapping something next door for hours on end. But this Saturday night on the Sunset Strip out-decibled them all. At 3 am I could have sworn that a herd of elephants had joined the partying masses on the street, but when I went out to look, all I could see was a mass of Hells Angels on bikes, roaring away.

Photos are at fotopages.

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