Wanted to give a shout-out to my friend Pat Saperstein from work and her new book EAT: Los Angeles. Being a food blogger nonpareil at Eating L.A., she served as a contributing editor on the guide, which was spearheaded by Colleen Dunn Bates. C and I picked it up at Book Soup on Sunset (which earlier this month lost its founder, Glenn Goldman) as we were taking the scenic route to Santa Monica this afternoon.
When I have the patience of Job, or the illusion that I have the patience of Job, I like to take this winding drive down Sunset through the estates of Beverly Hills, past the little shops of Brentwood and up and down the hills of the Palisades before finally hitting that jaw-dropping view of the Pacific.
It's one of the reasons I love living here.
Today, we were on our way to see something almost as mythic as that biblical man of eternal endurance -- the ice rink. In January, yes, but in sweltering southern California temps. Nearly blinded by the sun, C and I walked past the corner of 5th and Arizona to find teen girls and boys and parents with their young children taking to the ice as if it were Central Park in wintertime. Some even wore scarves and knit hats with their short-sleeved shirts for the occasion.
It was the last day of the event, which began in early November. (There's also Downtown on Ice in Pershing Square, which also ended its run today.) So I guess tomorrow we'll be back to the same blue skies and blazing sun, only without that illusion of winter that reminds us just how lucky we are.