Hello, Hollywood

The weekend is almost over, and I'm not sure how that happened. Saturday morning saw us at the airport, thanks to Dave waking up before nine. (Yeah, I know. Weird.) No problems at check-in, etc. Everything was normal-ish until we got on the plane. 

If you've never flown Virgin America before, I recommend it. They don't fly a lot of routes, but for our trip they were the cheapest and most accommodating (i.e. no charge for the first checked bag; unfortunately, that policy has now changed). Also, the seats are leather and every one has a screen in front of it with multiple media sources. Pretty cool. There's black-light-like lighting inside, and the crew is entertaining but not over the top. Really a pretty cool experience. But then, I don't fly often, so maybe I was more willing to buy the novelty of it than other people were. 

 See? We're happy. 

After arriving in LA, we dealt with four different accents by the time we got checked into out hotel room. The strange part is we only talked with three people. It was difficult to explain to the shuttle driver that we were staying at the Banana Bungalow without laughing. That might've made it more difficult to communicate. 

So far, the bungalow (I'm trying to decide whether to call it the Compound or the Complex; details later) has been great. Cool, colorful room, clean, a little cramped, but we don't need much. Great location. We're literally a few blocks from all kinds of things--the walk of fame starts about two blocks from the Compound. 

This one's for Dave:

We had our first experience today with public transportation in LA. It's a little different than in Spokane. For one thing, our bus was leaning a little more than this one. Pretty sure the shock was totally bad. Also, the rear door wouldn't close. Hello, Hollywood. Classy. 

It's okay, though. It still got us to the Farmers Market, where we had an awesome time wandering through the stalls & shops. There's a store dedicated to hot sauce--shelves full of the stuff. They even sell pure capsaicin. Sometimes Democrats have a little too much. Fortunately you can go to Bob's Donuts and have one of these:

And if a dinosaur donut doesn't tickle your fancy, well, we can't be friends. 

Tomorrow is the most exciting day of the trip: we're going to the Price is Right! We've spent ten times as much money and time on our t-shirts as we planned, but it's totally worth it. Now it's time for bed; we've got to be up at about 3:00 am so we can guarantee our spot in line. I'm practically giggling, and I'm pretty sure Anna's not even going to sleep. Cheers for tonight.