Yup. That about sums up my weekend in LA. I concluded a pretty stellar weekend with the premiere of The Walking Dead. It always feels too far and long in between seasons.

Here’s what my weekend looked like:

Congratulations to Frank & Alexandria… You guys are going to make some beautiful babies together!!!

It will completely interrupt my reverie when I return to sweater season back home and depart from sun soaked days that call for tropical scented tanning lotions instead of extra hot lattes.

See?  (and that’s just a lousy, quick shot in the car on the way to the airport).

I could literally sit by the water, stare at the sky, and listen to the crashing waves all day long. I think I must have been a mermaid in another life.

(L-R) $10 for 2 meals in K-Town, the silver lining to missing an all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ by 20 minutes. Steak & Eggs, it’s what’s for breakfast. Dinner at the reception.

I have to say that Sprinkles was rather underwhelming. In order to satiate my crying sweet tooth and curiosity, I’ve visited many mainstream cupcakerys and always find that local spots are always the best. Their chocolate and dark chocolate are actually one in the same, despite their deceptive labels and their soft cake and buttercream managed to salvage an otherwise boring and flavorless base. It seemed they altogether omitted salt, coffee, or undercut a bit of necessary cocoa.

There’s got to be a euphimism here about being replaced by a pink box, lol.

I have some beautiful Castellas to bring back to the fam from here.

Santa Monica

I don’t know about you, but the Casino made me terribly sad, not excited.  I watched so many old people press their trembling hands against the screen on slot machines (that are not touch screen, mind you) as if emitting healing energy through the screen, almost willing the outcome to be in their favor.  I watched $20 balances dwindle to a quarter only to have it replenished by pushing in one crumbly bill after another.  No one (really) wins here and it seemed that all that was taken away from the experience were dead, glazed eyes and the scent of stale cigarettes in your hair but hell, the chairs are comfy and there’s practically an IV drip of sugary, caffeinated beverages and loud dings and bangs just loud enough to distract you from what’s really going on.  I wonder if there’s a market for bedazzled catheters, just because.  I bet I could make a killing setting up shop within any casino.  I’m no Puritan by any means, but it just doesn’t seem to hold an appeal if you don’t happen to be the guys from The Hangover.  I’d go with them in a heartbeat.

Where Marilyn & Elvis come to panhandle.

Segregation for the modern age: the nice folks here have a separate entrance for their “service staff,” “deliveries,” and “guests.”

Rodeo Drive where the mannequins are better dressed than the other mannequins that eat don’t eat at the very same Sprinkles .

All in all, I had a lovely weekend and in typical Squishy fashion, ate my way through the trip, I mean hell, by the time cake was served, I was the only sober one left and decidedly took it upon myself to casually stroll over and taste each differently flavored layer–LA was yummy to me.

I hope everyone out there had an equally yummy weekend!

Love,

Your impossibly-stuffed-Squishy Monster ^.~