two weeks of the v festival, at around three hours sleep a night meant that the 15 hour plane trip to la la land was a virtual luxury. being forced to sit still, stare out the window at the sun setting the clouds and engines on fire, reading an entire book and sleeping care of ambien & JT...heaven.
we're staying at the beverly laurel hotel, 5 mins walk from the farmers market, which is where i spent my afternoon...fish tacos, hot sauce, enormous coffee's, doughnuts, barneys co-op, k-mart, barnes & noble, nordstroms...consumer heaven and jet-lag fighting hell. i arrived in LA with two t-shirt, the jeans i was wearing, a couple of sweatshirts and all my tour manager needs...shopping was justified. and i did good...althought it was LA stylee and it's snowing in new york...yikes.
evening: beer with pete. chats with sam & amy on the phone. catch up with my roommate lara (who i have known for about 12 years). eat BLT at "swingers" diner. sleep.
more on v fest later...i got kissed by a handsome french man, danced to the pixes, shook jarvis cocker's hand...
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