I'm officially now out of town! I'm in LA at Mickie's house for the next 28 hours or so. The flight down was uneventful. I immersed myself in the new JD Robb and took a little nap. I seem to have conditioned myself to zonk out as soon as I get on a plane. LAX, or at least the terminal Alaska Airlines is in, is the most institutional, 60's looking airport I've been in, rivaled only by the concrete wonder that is Honolulu. Every other airport I've been in recently is undergoing renovations, but there seems to be no sign of that at LAX. Somehow I doubt the new NBC Drama will reflect the reality of this eyesore.
We had dinner at a mediocre Thai place with a friend who just moved to LA and then went to see Vanity Fair. It was certainly visually stunning, but perhaps the story is not as satisfying as some others of this genre.
Anyway, I checked my mail on the way out of town today and received a lovely surprise from my bank. Apparently a charge processor's list of account numbers has been compromised and my Debit card number was one of the ones grabbed. They are being so nice as to send me a new card and cancel the old one, effective September 18th. Since I'm now out of town (and thus won't get the new card) and don't get off the cruise ship until the 19th, this complicates things slightly. Hitting a local bank branch and getting some traveler's checks is first on the agenda for tomorrow. I so appreciate the protective action, but the timing sucks to say the very least.
But now to sleep, perchance to dream.
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