If I was a car, my performance score leading up to 60 mph would be pretty legit.
- Number of sushi outings - five.
- Nine sock buns sported, some more sizable than others.
- Two clown sightings, one doing physical activity, strangely.
- One leopard jumpsuit worn and owned.
- First designer bag purchased! I feel beyond badass with my new Kate Spade.
- One discovery of a super cheap and talented shoe-repair guy.
- A dozen jogs on the beach, one barefoot. The latter does not come recommended.
- Six round-trip flights in and out of LAX. Enter the land of frequent flier status.
- One California driver's license earned; California tags received. One subsequent custom melody invented out of my license plate letters.
- Half a dozen crosswords completed, minimal cheating used.
- One solid bond formed with a canine named Bumble Bee.
- Two sets of out-of-state visitors hosted. Both emerged unharmed.
- One professional photo taken. First airbrushed action.
- Two trips to the Culver City stairs, an outdoor climb that puts any stair-stepper to shame.
- One Desperate Housewives character sighting.
- Eight episodes of Dexter watched.
- One weekend escape to a mansion in Santa Barbara.
- Countless sunsets taken in.
- One hike in Malibu with my former ballerina roommate.
- Four pedicures, three of them decent.
- One Miami Vice party hosted.
- One visit to the Getty Villas. One Egyptian mummy viewed and appreciated.
- Thirteen neighbors acquainted with, several on a beer-drinking level.
- One game of beach bocce ball attended.
- Number of neighbor's cars damaged by your garage door opening into it - one.
- One trip to Huntington Beach
- Half a dozen baked potatoes consumed.
- One mouse (or rat) sighting. Fortunately far from the beach, so I can stay off of countertops... for now.
- Three Breaking Bad episodes devoured.
- One profanity-laced client conversation endured.
- Hours of my life lost in traffic.
Seemingly a great snapshot of what's to come. And we don't even have Imraan yet!
