LA

LA is hilarious. Bigger, more ostentatious and brighter than I remember. We're staying at a hotel called The Standard in West Hollywood on sunset. It's decorated and set out like some sort of late 60's early 70's coke nightmare and I almost expect to bump into Hunter Thompson's ghost whilst walking through the lavender coloured hallways littered with ironically placed exit signs.
Finally, if you ever get the chance to fly from Salt Lake City to LA on a clear day like today, you'll no doubt be as dumbfounded as me by the landscape...
P.S. Check out the AC controls...