2012-10-20 - 7:18 p.m.
Got the first class upgrade with pre-departure Bailey's and coffee. Got the omelet. I have been informed by Delta's inflight reading literature that this flight from New Orleans to Los Angeles is the so-called Hollywood Express, which is why everybody else in first class except the lady next to me was a band member carrying a musical instrument. No doubt they are all very famous but I had no clue and was not about to ask.
Despite the all-clear from the 10 day forecast, it was rainy when I landed in Los Angeles. It has been rainy, gloomy, and drizzly all day. Not quite what I expected. I caught the bus to Santa Monica but it let me off at some random spot that probably wasn't quite right, and I had to grab a jogger to get directions to the hotel. I strolled quite a way through Palisades Park and eventually found the pier, the hotel, and a raspberry martini plus lobster salad with a view.
Funny sign on the door of a restaurant: NO DOGS. NO BIRDS EITHER. There are any number of birds hustling the tourists for tips in Santa Monica, but hands down for the best trained is the female Eclectus who can hang from the guy's lower lip without being afraid of falling or trying to bite.
Some guy was walking around with an octopus. The octopus did not do tricks but, on the other hand, the octopus didn't ask for tips either. I suspect the old boy planned to make a meal of the octopus. But meanwhile the gawping tourists were welcome to pet his catch, of which he seemed very proud.
Don't stand still too long in Santa Monica or you will find yourself festooned with multiple parrots.
My free room from the credit card is really nice -- well located steps away from Santa Monica pier with a room safe, halfway working free internet, and bathrobes. Hey! I can even see the sunset starting. I came in because it was getting too cold, but maybe I'll take another stroll around later.
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