Merry Christmas

On Christmas day I got up late, made a quick call back to England, and rolled around my weirdly large hotel room for a while. Eventually, I got enough energy together to go for the coffee-seeking walk around downtown San Diego, and it was a little like the I Am Legend trailers that I’ve been bombarded with the last couple of weeks. I ended up celebrating Christmas morning by grabbing some brew from a 7-11 – now there’s a chain that must be thankful that Osama didn’t strike two months earlier – and sitting out in the sun reading The Stars My Destination. Can’t argue with that, really. In the evening, I met up with Bridget and the other Chris, and we ate at Molly’s, a great restaurant in a Marriott by the water, and then slept. The show opened to the media at 5:00am the next day, and we worked seventeen hours until it closed at 10:00pm. All in all, it was an ok way to spend Christmas on a year that I would have rather just hadn’t happened, so I was fine.

I’ve been meaning to blog about various things San Diego over the last weeks, but haven’t had the time, quite simply. We were busy building the show, doing the show and, err, eating… there’s been good eating. Thai and Indian are pretty well represented around here. I’m chilling in the Air New Zealand [soul destroyingly beige] lounge at Los Angeles airport now, so I’ve finally got time to write.

I took a lot of photos when we had time off around town, and they’re pretty good. Here’s a taster:

Now I’m flying home overnight, losing most of a day, and using various chemicals and parlor tricks to kick my curvy arse back into a reasonable time zone by next week. It’s New Year, soon, and I’ll have to try and make some shit up to pass off as resolutions.

Hope you all have a good one, by the way.