The Best Part of Our California Vacation
We spent the end of March in Los Angeles, where Ellen was serving as her good friend Allison’s matron-of-honor. The trip had many highlights: a golf cart tour of the Sony lot, courtesy of Young Hollywood legend Lou Harrsch; a lavish wedding at the Ritz Carlton, where Wayne Gretzky and the Washington Wizards were staying; (possibly) running into Rashida Jones at the Ralph’s in Beverly Hills (OK, probably not); and a whole lot of driving around, pointing out places important to me during my two LA summers, 1999 and 2000 (”Look, that used to be a fancy Olive Garden!”)
But the best part of our California vacation? Coming home to a freshly painted baby room.
While we were sitting poolside with Darius Songalia, Ellen’s parents and brother were slaving away. This is what they had to work with…
It’s just another way that Ellen and I perfectly complement each other. I’m generally bad at home improvement projects, and her family does stuff like this.
Bailey didn’t help. But she didn’t tip over any paint cans, either.
Now all we need is the baby. And, you know, all that baby stuff. And less-blue carpet.
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The Monday we returned, Ellen and I put down our new Flor carpet tiles.
We mistakenly ordered three times too many. The extras still need to go back.
