Glittery about LA

There are just little moments sometimes that make me feel glittery about LA. You know that feeling when you can't help but bubble over in a smile because only in LA would you see or hear or witness whatever it is that you just saw or heard or witnessed.

Sure there are things that make me feel not so glittery, like the inability to find parking, or free parking, sometimes, people looking into your trailer window late at night, or having only gay men featured and pictured in the LA Weekly's write up on the same-sex marriage court decision celebration, but those are quickly forgotten in the midst of other moments.

Like pulling into a random metered spot on the street, searching my coin cup, pockets or purse for change and realizing once I'm out of the car that it's a failed meter and I can swing that space for free.

Or like two well-dressed older women coming into Louise's one night with sweet wedding rings on, a calm, gentle demeanor about them, and the cuteness to tell Chad that their left-overs can go in the same bag.

Or like tonight, also at the restaurant, when a middle-aged gay man came in for dinner with his parents and as he left I realized he was telling them about the beautiful gold ring he'd gotten for his partner's birthday and that his mom had shiny gold runners on as they walked out the door.