Day Forty-Five

No word from either UCLA or the girl whose car I scraped.

My parents' flight in to LAX was delayed over 2 hours, and then the hotel gave them a queen-sized bed instead of a king. Then they (the hotel staff) whined that they never really promised a king bed; it was just a request that they apparently could ignore if they chose. And this is Casa del Mar, which actually claims to be one of the "Leading Hotels of the World." I think the World has relaxed its standards a bit lately.

Other than that, 'sall good. We had dinner at Baja Cantina in Venice and I took them back to the apartment to introduce them to the wonders of Ali G.