. . . Sunday morning in L.A. The promised Summer weather hit with a bang this weekend. It's warm. There are still some wintry bare trees, as it seems the foliage hasn't yet caught up with the sun . . .

. . . i missed the morning mass and will have to go to this evening's. ThatÂ’s not a bad thing, they have an excellent contemporary choir at my churchÂ’s 5:00 service. At most every other Sunday evening mass, the music is “god-awful.” But there are so many entertainment types in my parish, our choir is probably stacked with professional singers . . .

. . . i want to play today, but i have several icky chores to accomplish. Oil change, wash the car, go in to work and finish time sheets. The oil change and car wash i dread. That means sitting on a plastic bench, waiting, for at least an hour and a half, probably two hours total, since everybody waits 'til the weekend to do those things and it will be crowded . . .

. . . Yesterday's shopping was most satisfactory. Two striped sleeveless tees, khaki short shorts, mid length cargo shorts, a pink beach hoodie with matching drawstring shorts, pair of all purpose jeans, two pair of capris, flip-flops to match the earthtone outfits, a pink pair for lighter colorey looks and a light blue pair with rainbow straps for general usage. i'm still not done, but i must wait for the next pay period to refurbish my clubbing and beach wardrobes. Then i'll be ready for summer . . .

Still awake?

. . . On to the blogosphere, it seems to be a quiet Sunday morning, as Stephen noted. LeeAnn also ponders the Sunday blogger's dilemma. When the weather is so-so, there's nothing i like more than to spend Sunday morning on the computer. But when it's nice, like today, i'd rather be playing. i'm here now because i'm trying to put off my chores . . .

. . . i see that Anne (straight from the hip) is enjoying her return to L.A. Her visit to Warner Bros. reminded me of the two times i was on that lot, about five years ago. i came down from S.F. with Betty for a visit, after one of her college friends got a job at WB. She invited us to a private movie screening for employees, which i guess they do twice a week.

When we got there, Betty and i just walked onto the lot. The security guy at the gate didn't even look our way. i had thought that studios were supposed to be tight with the security. Of course, that was before 9/11; i doubt they'd allow that nowadays. The theater was modern and pretty state-of-the-art, as far as i could tell. There wasnÂ’t an empty seat in the house. Really comfortable seating, too. And a very loud sound system.

i can't remember the movie we saw, but it was some lame action flick and they had the volume turned waaay up. Like seemingly everyone else i've met from "the business," Betty's friend was a total stoner, and she kept getting out of her seat to look for her connection. Nobody seemed to mind her, even though we werenÂ’t sitting on the aisle. i guess most of the people knew each other, it was a kind of social event.

A couple of days later we all met for lunch at the Warner Brothers commissary. That was fabulous. i don't remember what we ate, it was probably meatloaf or turkey or something. It didn't really matter, i was too starstruck. Everybody in there was either attractive or famous. i saw Drew Carey, who smiled at me, and George Cloonie, who's just as much a babe as he is on the screen. That was back in the days before i realized he was an idiot; i think he might have just finished with The Peacemaker or maybe it was Three Kings.

Then we went to the Warner Brothers employee store, where the CDs seemed to be selling at wholesale prices, not including employee discount. If i had known the girl better i would have asked her to buy the Led Zeppelin, box set, which was normally over a hundred bucks, but with her discount i think i could have got it for like forty.

Then we walked around the lot and got a close up look at the fake buildings and the sound stages. That was better than going on the Universal Studios tour, because we saw the actual everyday working sets, not HollywoodÂ’s version of Hollywood you get on the Universal tour . . .

Okay, whatever, enough rambling. iÂ’m off to Jiffy Lube.

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