Went to LA last Thursday and Friday for a couple work meetings, one in Redondo Beach and then dinner with some others in the fancy shmancy, famed Beverly Hills. Good meetings, good folks. I used to live out in Orange County for a consulting project running around eight months, managed to get a hotel on the beach in Newport and learned to surf a little before and after work. I was struck by the amount of materialism and the focus on how you look there. Also the amount of highways and signs and the lifestyle and the obsession with celebrities. I enjoyed my time but was happy to leave as well. Same with this most recent trip – I find LA fascinating. The huge homes up in the hills, the beach homes, the slums, gangs, hollywood, fame… Met a girl on the plane who flew in from Chicago to go to Michael Jackson’s funeral, that’s a big trip for the event.
Major thought that struck me as I was back in Chicago driving home down 90/94 on three little lanes, fresh off a trip on the 405 (they precede their highways with “the” out there – the 5, the 405, the PCH) and all seven lanes or however many there are – the thought was that Chicago is really pretty small relative to LA. Funny as I don’t usually think that living here.