Hey, y'all -
Your dad and I went to LA for the weekend without you. Grandma Sue and various other Missoula friends pulled together to take care of you two so your dad and I could be gone for 72 hours.
Your dad and I stayed with Brian and Tyler who have the most adorable, clean home because they don't allow children inside. The only thing wrong with their house and its great location was the number of solicitors they used to get knocking on the door, but Tyler has successfully put the kibosh on that through a series of increasingly pointed signs above the doorbell.
Tyler watches a lot of Game of Thrones.
Your dad and I went to Ikea on our first morning there to buy some under-cabinet lighting for the kitchen, which I thought would be the least sexy part of our getaway, but then we bought matching Crocs flip-flops.
On this trip, we wanted to eat all kinds of food that we can't get in Missoula. We ate crunchy french toast at Blu Jam, enjoyed sushi 'til we dropped at Katsuya, had drinks at the Abbey in West Hollywood, and went to see Dolly Parton in concert from a lovely box at the Hollywood Bowl. We checked out the La Brea Tar Pits and the sculpture garden at LACMA, ate Thai food in Santa Monica with our friends Gordon, George, Gayle and Stacie, and then drove over to the beach in Malibu where your dad laid down on the sand and started snoring. We stopped by Karen and Stephenson's house in the Valley and jumped in their bounce house with their kids. I ate a lobster roll at a new seafood place on Santa Monica Boulevard. We met our friends Will and Lindsay at The Shack on the beach in Playa Del Rey for cheeseburgers and beer.
We slept at least 8 hours a night.
It was the perfect grown-up weekend.
Love,
Mom
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