I am posting from sunny, beautiful Los Angeles where I am enjoying the yearly Vrontikis family reunion at Dimitri’s Aunt’s house in Westwood. So far, we’ve eaten, danced to 70’s music, and…well…eaten. That’s the way these things go.
This morning I went to the 24 hour fitness in Beverly Hills. It was pretty much like I expected. Hard bodies (surgically enhanced) diamond encrusted women (surgically enhanced) and me. It was funny. The gym has a parking garage, and I think that the attendant was surprised that I said both good morning to him (when I came in) and "Thank you, have a really nice day" in Spanish (when I left.) I got the feeling that he gets ignored most of the time.
Last night the whole family went to see Troy. I wasn’t’ expecting the fam to like it, since the Greeks are portrayed as power hungry, hair-extended bickering warlords. True to form, we didn’t enjoy it. The dialogue was really flat, the accents, were…erm…inconstant and quasi-autralo-anglo-turk-yankee, and the soundtrack was laughable. Please, please don’t see it. (Since movies in LA are $10.50 – yes, $10.50, how the devil do you Angelinos afford to live? it was a big waste of time)
On the docket for today is more eating, more dancing, and strolling through Olivera street. I’ll post pictures when I return.