Update: S and I made it to Los Angeles late last night.
Thanks to everyone who responded to my Facebook plea for road trip activities. Of course, they proved unnecessary: we spent the entire eleven and a half hours listening to music and talking about boys.
More on that later.
For the moment, I have to got to go out in search of material, and decide whether I love or hate California.
(Like most New Yorkers, I’ve had a lifelong, built-in and reflexive disgust with the place–and it occurred to me recently that I hadn’t actually spent more than a few days here since I was thirteen and that it might actually be ideal: the culture and the excitement of New York, without the frenetic pace and the occasional blizzards.)
No promises, though: I did, after all, shave my legs.