It sure seems like I’ve been in L.A. a lot lately.
Last weekend was my daughter’s birthday.
I grabbed a couple nice bottles of wine from my Napa trip and headed to L.A.
(I also packed a cooler with fresh cherries, a few extra-yummy cheeses and La Panzanella crackers.)
One of the nice things about having an adult child is being able to do things like have a wine and cheese picnic together.
It’s so much better than the old days of popsicle picnics, right?
I also made a dinner reservation for a celebratory dinner out on Sunday evening.
We ended up *not* going where I had originally planned.
Instead, we ended up at Mercado in Santa Monica – a restaurant I love.
(I swear, it was my daughter’s choice – I didn’t force excellent Mexican food on anyone.)
We were seated upstairs in a loft area … the mezzanine.
It sure shook a lot when there was a small 3.8 earthquake (or two) nearby in Westwood.
At first I thought I might have just had one too many glasses of wine, but no –
It was just a little bonus shaking with dinner.
Smallish earthquakes don’t faze us.
There was a momentary pause as we wondered, “Is it going to get bigger?”
But then, we could feel the shaking decreasing and our conversation resumed before the quake was even done.
Have I ever told you I’m a fifth generation Southern Californian?
My daughter is, therefore, a sixth generation Californian.
In a state of imports, we’re unusual …
And, not easily fazed by earthquakes.
All in all, it was a great weekend –
Perfect weather and a lot of fun.
P.S. I had to exercise an extra lot yesterday in an attempt to work off all that yummy wine and food!