Those.Prickly.Hills.

My LA trip is fast becoming a distant memory, a place I pop to in my mind when I need a relaxed sunny memory - I'm sure I don't have to spell it out to any London readers..we are not exactly experiencing the HEIGHT of summer right now. Rain, drizzle, cold.

So let me write my last LA post and indulge myself in the memories of slapping on 50+ suncream to gaze at the Hollywood sign from a hill covered in cacti & lizards soaking up the rays.

ENTER AT YOUR PERIL ('peril' aka sun envy)

Seeing the Hollywood sign whilst staying in Hollywood seemed pretty imperative to Kimberley & my LA adventure, so we took our little automobile to the nearest possible point which happened to be a Wild West style ranch. We said hello to the horses, considered letting them ride us through the hills before deciding on braving the rattle snake infested wilderness alone - two blondes in incredibly inappropriate attire..what could possibly go wrong?

If something had in fact gone wrong I'm sure it would make a funny story in retrospect, however I'm glad to say that we returned from the hills unscathed and drove back to the heart of Hollywood to reminisce about all the rich and famous on Hollywood Boulevard.

The Muppets were by far my most exciting find. 

 

This nutella crumble was also a pretty ideal find. If it's not rich and famous yet, it certainly should be.

 So that leads me on to the food in Cali. One often hears of the obesity epidemic in America (which advertising certainly isn't helping with - see photo below) & so true to form, we had our fair share of munching on Ihop pancakes & Fatburger burgers which was pretty dreamy, although a week of it was about all my sensitive tummy could handle. On the opposite end of the spectrum, we ate lots of poolside sushi, drunk fresh juices and felt very healthy indeed.

 TV night in with sushi, juice, avocado, strawberries & choc chip cookies. Yum.

 Apart from our one TV night dinner after a long roadtrip back from Palm Springs - we hit the town. One particularly fun night was at a very swanky Italian joint called RivaBella..good name right?

The meal was delicious & made us feel like we were quite frankly in the land of Michaelangelo. We drank Bella Bellini cocktails & finshed off with what could be seen as the ultimate pudding..or just plain weird..

NITROGEN ICE-CREAM.

 The ice-cream was so exciting we even made up a dance in its' honour. It is called the 'nitrogen ice-cream' dance, because despite being a group of 2 actors, a swimwear designer and an artist..our ability to creativity name a smoking ice-cream failed us on this occasion.

 And this my friends, is a CRO-NUT. 

We named it Mr. Cronut.

Full of food, fun & freaky dance moves, we continued the night at Soho House - there were slightly less palm trees than the Soho House pop-up Kim & I went to in Coachella, but the Photo Boudoir certainly made up for that...

 So I guess this happened....                    ....Interesting.

 

Ok ok I know what you're saying - in the name of a mustached stop sign - STOP dreaming of fun in LA & get back to your desk in rainy, drizzly London.