From Zero to Sixty - Hey Hey, LA!

It occurred to me this afternoon that this Labor Day holiday marked sixty days since I set foot in California, an amount of time that seems substantial and also lightening quick. To me, it's right about now that you should really begin settling into your new digs, stop taking wrong exits, and start finding your new groove at work (or at least learning everybody's names).

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!