Ahahahaha, before you read the final installment of the California-Song-a-Day odyssey, let me just say I’m a big nasty redhead. The end.

“I Love LA” by Randy Newman

Hate New York City
It's cold and it's damp
And all the people dressed like monkeys
Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos
That town's a little bit too rugged
For you and me you bad girl

Rollin' down the Imperial Highway
With a big nasty redhead at my side
Santa Ana winds blowin' hot from the north
And we were born to ride

Roll down the window put down the top
Crank up the Beach Boys baby
Don't let the music stop
We're gonna ride it till we just can't ride it no more

From the South Bay to the Valley
From the West Side to the East Side
Everybody's very happy
'Cause the sun is shining all the time
Looks like another perfect day

I love L.A. (We love it)
I love L.A. (We love it)

Look at that mountain
Look at those trees
Look at that bum over there, man
He's down on his knees
Look at these women
There ain't nothin' like 'em nowhere

Century Boulevard (We love it)
Victory Boulevard (We love it)
Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it)
Sixth Street (We love it, we love it)

I love L.A.
I love L.A.
(We love it)

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Vacation starts now, hooray hooray! Just gotta finish crammin’ shit in my bag (maybe I should’ve taken a printout of the “things to pack for my trip” checklist for next Spring to help figure out what to bring…), eat dinner, set up the vcr for 24ish goodness, and go to bed for a few hours. Then, at 1am, I’ll get up and begin the trek to the blessed, blessed homeland.

I don’t have a tendency to blog and shit when I’m wit da family, so y’all will just have to do without the funny for a few days.

Enough with the lies! You know I’m not funny.

Even so, I’m sure I’ll have plenty of hilarious hi-jinks to relate to you when I come back on Sunday afternoon. And if I don’t, you know you can count on me to make shit up.

Oh, and like I told Jen this afternoon – if you turn on the news while I’m outs and my apartment complex is burning down, feel free to dial my celly so we can laugh our asses off about it.

That’s it, I’m out.

But before I go, one more thing - there will be plenty of drunkenness over the next few days.

Don’t be surprised if you get a phone call.