Burgers and Ketchup--why would you think those go together?

So last night Ry and I walked down (or up depending on your preference) Sunset Blvd.

We were starving and decided on this cool, trendy little joint called Ketchup--which Ry thought was known for having really cool burgers. We read the menu outside and decided it indeed had yummy burgers. So we went in and had to sent in the bar/lounge because we didn't have reservations. It was super awesome. White leather couches, really cool lighting, second floor window seats overlooking Sunset. Hip red and white interior.

The scantily dressed server finally brought us menus--we honestly sat doubting our self-worth as diners for 10 minutes. Where we cool enough to dine at KETCHUP? Did we have the right haircuts? Shoes? Jeans? Teeth? We peruse the menus and decide that the burgers we saw downstairs on the menu are missing. We ask the server and she says " We don't serve burgers. Everyone always thinks that is weird since we are called Ketchup." Hmmm... or maybe because they read the menu downstairs? Could be that too. Just saying.

Ry and I dined on delicous apps decided we might be crazy. Had some amazing drinks made from a new Acai liquor that was seriously serving up some heaven in a bottle.

On the way out, guess what we saw? BURGERS! At least on the menu at the door. Our server was crazy.

In LA LA LAND

So, I took a short holiday from my early morning muffin baking in the Silicon Valley to head down to the Valley of Silicone. I am here in LA visiting my friend, Ry, in her WeHO abode.

LA is lovely. I forgot how much I loved being in awesome weather with beautiful people who were amazing jeans!

I love when you remember things about yourself and relationships that are essentially quintessential to the essence of yourself or that relationship. For example, I forgot how much fun Ry and I have doing completely random things--like sit outside the Chateau Marmont and chat about everything and nothing.

Today we had an amazing lunch at Pizzeria Mozza--Mario Batali's cool little pizza/wine bar. After that we shipped off the Fred Segal to see the big 50% off sale--which was less than overwhelming. Although, we did see Jeremy Piven--whom is the biggest star we have seen thus far. Ry has this amazing capacity for picking out the most obscure actors from obscure rolls in movies I actually do remember.

Maybe tomorrow we will see a big celeb--at the book fair.

Fumbling Towards Perfection

I mean aren't we all really?


"They" tell us--and we spout back in return--that perfection isn't attainable and how we should all be happy being real. Screw that. If we wanted real, we wouldn't watch TV, subscribe to insance magazines, or join pricey gyms in the quest of the perfect body.

I found myself listening to music leaning on the bathroom sinking and picking myself apart today. Why? Who cares? and better yet--what am I doing about those things? I wasn't working out. I didn't not eat the cookie earlier.

Ahh... life.