It would be just wrong if I didn’t post about my amazing day with Brad yesterday. Today is technically his birthday, but he has to work tonight . So we celebrated yesterday, which was perfect because it was… ROLLING STONES … Continue reading
One of my guests left me three tickets to the Grammy after party this year. He was the manager for Fun. His clients all together had won eight Grammys that night. Brad and I raced home as soon as we … Continue reading
One thing I have learned in this huge transition phase that we are going through is that you have to figure out the traditions that are the most important to you and then you have to make them work. It … Continue reading
I was talking with my great friend Sarah about a week ago and I told her how I thought 2013 was going to be a great year. “I don’t know about that,” she said. “I think 2013 is going to … Continue reading
I’ve realized since Brad started at Tar & Roses that we were pretty spoiled while he was at Pintxo. One of us almost always got off of work early, so one of us always got the “load the bike into … Continue reading
We’ve been a little exhausted these past couple of nights after work. I’m blaming it on time changes. I’m still on east coast time. Even though I can very easily sleep in until 10 here on west coast time… But … Continue reading
Yesterday, Brad and I did something really scary. We paid off the last of Brad’s medical bills and one of my credit cards. Why is this scary? You say. This is awesome! Woohoo to getting out of debt! Woohoo to … Continue reading
There are only so many pictures you can take of carrots and radishes and beets and potatoes before you start realizing you miss the summer market. The Winter Farmer’s Market has it’s own charm that doesn’t always involve produce. This … Continue reading
Last year when we moved into our last apartment, we looked at is as a big step up.
We were moving North of Wilshire.
North of Wilshire. North of the tourist madness. A nice, quieter neighborhood where we could sort of be domestic without becoming too boring. A tree-lined street where we could still walk to the city-like atmosphere of Wilshire, but we could also be just far enough away from it so that you couldn’t hear the traffic.
If you know Santa Monica, you also know that “North of Wilshire” means “South of Montana”.
Montana Avenue, which is like Santa Monica’s answer to Rodeo Drive. Lots of cute little shops and stores and boutiques that I can’t really afford. Lots of celebrity sightings. Lots of Brentwood soccer moms at their soccer mom lunches while the nanny has the kids. Lots of amazing cars and beautiful purses. Lots of great people watching.
On the other side of Montana there aren’t apartment complexes. There are gorgeous, multi-million dollar homes. There is amazing architecture and unbelievable landscaping. (see TRex) Just across that one road, there is this other neighborhood that is fun to walk through, but completely out of reach.
Until I realized we just moved there.
Now, technically, we are still on Montana. Not really North of Montana. But our apartment is on the North side of the street, so I’m just going to go ahead and lump ourselves in with the wealthy producers and lawyers and doctors and whatever who live on this side of the street.
Brad and I are going to bring a little flavor to this side of the tracks.
Watch out. We’re North of Montana now.
The best word to describe our new apartment? Calm. Even being on a busier street in Santa Monica and always having cars going by, this new place is absolute calm. And after the nightmare that our last place turned into, … Continue reading