Southern California, where the American dream came too true. (Laurence Ferlinghetti)
First heard in Pasadena, from Leslie.
Means Aspiring to be higher class than one is. Derived from bourgeois–meaning middle/upper class, traditionally despised by communists.
I tell you with certainty, when you were young you would fasten your belt and go wherever you liked. But when you get old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten your belt and take you where you do not want to go.
It’s 4.20. I’ve circled the block of Selma and Cahuenga for twenty minutes and finally settled on a parking spot…or, rather, been chosen by the parking gods to receive the benison of a parking spot in West Hollywood.
Ranked in the top 3 questions people ask me about my trip is: “What will you do about food?” (The others being “You’re going alone?” and “What are you going to do for work?”) Depending on my mood, I answer in varying admixtures of snark and sang-froid. But as of today, I can now answer this concern with the story that just took place:
What must it be like to wake up in a house, stumble across a floor, make coffee in a kitchen that Frank Lloyd Wright designed?
A transportation professional obliges me with his views on musicians, Lebanese food, and the trials of moving from one place to another.
This evening, while Sister dozed pregnantly on Grandpa’s old sofa and BIL looked for an Adobe download code, I made the first pass at a trip itinerary.
Two weeks ago, when Jenna and Drew came back from their anniversary outing, I saw her slip a check into my purse.