I miss California.
I miss eating the Heavenly Combo at Natalee Thai in Beverly Hills.
I miss having lunch in Brentwood village with Deborah Haylock.
I miss driving on the 405 from L.A. to the valley (as crazy as that may sound).
I miss hanging out with my Tanner crew at Denny’s.
I miss happy hour with Rothstein Kass folk.
I miss it rarely raining in southern California.
I miss the Santiago family.
I miss the Santa Monica Pier.
I miss mingling with and seeing different cultures.
I miss eating sushi.
I miss cruising Sunset Blvd. on my way home from the office.
I miss hanging in Hollywood on Friday nights.
I miss shopping at Dos Lagos in Corona.
I miss walking pass celebrities like the strangers they are.
I miss Piolet.
I miss driving down La Cienega Blvd.
I miss seeing Charity and her crew.
I miss the outdoor escalators.
I miss getting to know Michelle.
I miss planning to cruise down Pacific Coast Highway to Mexico.
I miss hanging out with Therese and Byron and playing Thursday night poker and chillin’ poolside while watching football in our jerseys.
I miss driving to Vegas on a late Thursday night, arriving around 2:30a and gambling ‘til 5a. Sleeping all day Friday and gambling all that night. Sleeping all day Saturday and checking out a concert after dinner, then gambling all night again. Taking a nap Sunday morning and heading back home.
I WANT MY LIFE BACK!