Afternoon confession – I fell in love with the lovely lady selling me my glasses today. She remembered the style I had liked two months ago (I didn’t). I would have bought anything from her. I am a blatant sucker for good service. Wine me and dine me and I’ll say yes to anything. Seriously. If you feel like falling in love, head to the A. Kinney Court – the best place to buy glasses in LA.

Then I walked home amongst the flowers of Abbot Kinney.

Downstairs I have a juice shop, coffee shop, Indian, Japanese and Peruvian food…the lot. As I went down to get my regular açaí with lots (I mean mounds of granola) I had a chat with one of the locals. As he munched on his breakfast (at 3:13pm) I asked him a random question about the juice stores new Mexican joint across the street. “Yeah, I was looking forward to it too – they were talking about some Mexican Cuban fusion shit but now Monica (lets say that’s her name) got pregnant so…”Oh well, what can you do..” I said in an okay I got to go back to work tone. “Not have sex” he replied.

Yes, true – one could take such a matter of fact stance to life. But the notion of not having sex is, lets face it, not an option.  It’s like saying, life got in the way, so stop living. Uh, no. Not an option thank you.

What I liked about this dudes attitude was his pragmatic approach. Don’t fret, just get on with it…

And with that I continue my day, relaxing and shrugging my shoulders….Maybe today’s a “bof” day….the genius expression of the Français, summarizing okay, so so, nah, whatever, regular, boring and bland all into one beautiful three-letter word – BOF -how very French I feel. My third name is Therese, so I am basically French (or so I would say as a child).

All that’s missing is my cigarette (it’s too hot for a burette)… or vice versa.

Monday evening tune (for your evening gimlet, G&T…) – Some Kitty, Daisy & Lewis -They will be at El Rey Theatre on the 6th of April (with the Leftover Cuties)….see you there xoxox