yesterday was my annual trip to laguna with big jeanne, cinder, and randy. cinder is not cinderella but cinderrama and we always have a good time. randy, her husband, sits in the "husband" chair that most boutiques, antique stores, and art galleries provide... while we shop. the day was spent walking through the village and, not to waste time, we placed a bunch of graffiti stickers on our rounds ~ often under the noses of the local police and firemen (who all look like swimwear models)... we always have a nice lunch at a restaurant with a balcony over the beach... and of course, a bottle of wine. i wonder what the poor people were doing!

the trip coincided perfectly with michael jacksons memorial ~ we were travelling in the opposite direction of the staples center. most people die when they are dead ~ he seems more alive now than ever! the family should freeze his body and take it on the road, michael on ice (i wouldnt put it past them)... or if there are pre-pubescent boys on skates, the ice-capades!

all these mourners must have seen and heard something i didnt. and millions of people couldnt be wrong. look at the stock market. im glad they were watching the memorial instead of crowding up my trip to laguna ~ we even found great parking!