NYC 300 points.
NYC 300 points.
For no other purpose than to project an image of a waterfall. 500 points LA.
But also 10 points NYC. Because. Like. Come ON.
When friends leave you alone in their beautiful home, they, like, expect you to light all their decorative candles and take a bubble bath in their master suite.
Right?
Oh.

30 points NYC.
LA 81; NYC 44
The people in my life are now divided into camps: Those who absolutely refuse to be blogged about (the minority) and those who are offended that I don’t blog about them more (the majority).
But my favorite camp consists of those who aren’t quite sure how they feel about it, as sometimes it’s funny and sometimes it’s humiliating, so they live in a constant state of fear that can only be quelled by an over-poured glass of Chardonnay.
I call that camp “Mom.”
My LA friends bullied me into purchasing a juice at the green juice store. One point New York.
LA 1, NYC 1
I just went for a quick run down by the Santa Monica pier. When I got there, I encountered a huge crowd of people picnicking, playing music, and just generally looking celerbratory. I stopped and asked someone if there was some kind of event going on.
No. This is just people living their lives.
LA 1, NYC 0