I'm exhausted. Last week was buy the car, get settled, learn how L.A. is laid out. This week was go around and meet people, all day every day. It was fascinating. One day we had lunch with an acquaintance who invited us to her cousin's house in the Hollywood Hills. She said that four or five men lived there, one of whom was a gay porn actor. ("He walks around with a pacifier in his mouth." I didn't know what that meant, whether to interpret it literally or not.) Later on we went up to the house, curious. It was a fucking insane house.
When you walk in the front door, you're walking over a koi pond.
It had a pool and an astonishing view.
The master bathroom has a wall entirely of glass that looks out on the lawn, so you shower in full view of anyone outside. (Ned is standing under the shower in that picture.) Uh, what?
We met the gay porn actor, who seemed like a calm, normal, and friendly fellow. He did not have a pacifier in his mouth. I don't know what the other people in the house did, but they were young, and, to put it delicately, I was extremely puzzled as to how & why they were living there.
I love that there are so many places to swim here. Tonight it was cold but I swam in a heated pool. Steam was rising off the surface through the lights. It looked and felt amazing.
It turns out that one of the mirrors in my bathroom is a two-way mirror with a hole cut in the wall behind it. Apparently the person who lived in this house before I did was fairly fucking creepy.