There are times when I can't stand this city. Like when I'm driving to work and I can't see Century City's buildings from a mile and a half away because the smog is so bad. And the fact that it took me over half an hour to drive less than 5 miles tonight.
And then there are those moments when I realize why I'm here. Like tonight, when I went to a really cool jazz club owned by Herb Alpert (see Brass, Tijuana) and hung out with some co-workers and music-industry people, and then I went over to a private meet-and-greet/art exhibit where I got to mingle with the guys from
Interpol.
The lights of the city twinkle for me on nights like this.