6:20 a.m.: Alarm on Treo sounds. Check email while phone is in hand. Mistake.
6:50 a.m.: Out the door.
7:09 a.m.: Arrive at entrance to Runyon Canyon, after a miraculous 19-minute trip from Westwood to Hollywood. Spend next 15 minutes looking for parking. Note to self that tons of other Angelenos have already finished their morning hikes. Perplexing and impressive. Wait for one such hiker to vacate parking space and pounce on it.
7:25 a.m.: Hit the trail with MA. Dominate conversation, as usual, with wildly interesting tales of reentry into dating world. Take opposite route this time: longer trail up, steeper trail down. Admire peoples' cute puppies and American Apparel short shorts. Perfect 45-minute loop.
8:10 a.m.: Back to car.
8:30 a.m.: Hit gym in West Hollywood for condensed ab-targeted workout. Shower without feeling rushed. See Janice Dickinson, sans make-up, animatedly discussing the worth of Hermes Birkin bags ("Really? For $10,000, do you think any bag is even worth it?") with another female gym goer. Note to self that a whole different set of irrelevant celebrities works out at this time of day.
9:15 a.m.: Stop for coffee at Primo. Order iced, get hot. When iced arrives eventually, say, "You know, if that hot one's headed for the trash, I'll drink it too rather than let it go to waste." Leave with two-for-one coffees, feeling justified, since it's highway robbery in there anyway. Sit down to text underwhelming Dickinson tip to AD for her celebrity-sighting blog, assuming that it won't make cut. While sitting, try without success to eavesdrop on cutie boxing instructor's convo with miscellaneous woman at restaurant.
9:30 a.m.: In chair at work. Ready for Thursday. Ready for anything.
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9 comments:
holy !! good morning. I was still asleep while you took LA by storm! I had to google who that celebrity was, but now I know, so I learned something today already. thank you!
wow. I feel like a totally lazy slob reading this! so impressive!
Dang. You know what I did from 6:20 to 9:30? Got up with the babe, changed a diaper, put clothes pins in a bucket and took them out a million times for her amusement, hid under blankets with Koala and Dolly several million times, served up a breakfast of Cheerios and banana, wiped said cereal and smushed banana off child, floor, furniture, got child dressed to go, and jumped back in bed for some extra zzzzzzzzzzs. Yup, my life is GLAM!
6:30am: dreaming sweetly of thin crust pizza.
9:30am: eating cold thin crust pizza for breakfast at desk.
my life as a pizza connoisseur.
who's MA?
Holy shit. I'm tired just reading this!
Nicely done Dubin.
Thanks for the gratuitous comment, Burger, but we both know you'd already run 40 miles on a muddy trail by the time my alarm went off...
um, why are you sharing these wild dating tales????!?!!!
Janice Dickenson said something really sensible! That should have been your headline. Talk about burying the lede.
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