WEST in FEBRUARY : Los Angeles

Big Sur was extremely difficult to leave - its a quiet slice of heaven in the form of an Irish-looking coast. I drove the first length down to LA - smiling at my improvement with the stick - I made it through a number of winding constructions zones along the side of the mountains, almost falling into the sea. I even parked and reversed. Then I had a panic attack in San Luis Orozco and Hannah took over. Tyler was welcoming and happy as always, his apartment full of Wisconsin, beer, and cow paraphernalia. Weronika, who hadn't met him yet, took to him nicely. Though, as it seems, she does with everyone. I like that about her. We ate sushi and I tried to stay awake and social - which proved difficult with a girl named Grace who I sat across the table with. She had absolutely nothing to say and even less emotion to go with it. I hit my point in the trip that night, when I knew that some serious Lisa time was in order.

Woke up the next morning and ran through Tyler's manicured, green, and flat neighborhood and picked up some apples at a gas station. We had brunch at a 50's diner and talked about the situation in Wisconsin and in Libya because dad called with much to say about how our "MyFace" generation can help. The 826 Time Travel Mart was impressive and wonderful - the people were extremely friendly, and even let me go to the bathroom. I love this club I'm in... Then to the famous Amoeba Music just down the street to where the red carpet was being rolled out, the flashbulbs shined, and the whitestrips were being applied to teeth.