The post that almost got away

I went to LA at the very end of the summer to visit Frank and almost forgot to post about it. O. M. G.

When you get to Frank and Patrick's radically cool house-on-stilts in Eagle Rock, it's hard to focus on just one of the many compelling things they have in this corner or on that shelf or up on that wall.



We were only there for a few days, and then Frank and I drove out to Susan's house in Palm Springs. We stopped at a supermarket on the way for supplies and came across this rather fine bottle of wine.



Don't overlook that Ralph's sticker or the "discontinued" label below it.



Frank couldn't wait to show off some of the many pool tricks he's taught himself, such as being able to stand on a noodle in deep water.



I can't remember exactly why Paul McCartney's stage preamble before performing this summer at Coachella annoyed him so much, but here he is saying "F*** you [Paul McCartney]!" about it.

I was also enamored of this crazy made-out-of-a-car-muffler bird that was behind the house. He stands there under the hot (HOT) sun every day.



You can see him through the house when you're out hanging out around the pool. See the red arrow?



We also spent a day out in Joshua Tree, visiting some of Frank's desert-loving friends. I used to think Joshua Tree was a single tree in a Sahara-like expanse of desert that people would drive long distances to see. I think I was getting it confused with Burning Man. Duh.



I'm standing next to one of the best swimming pools ever: a dark, cool, non-chlorinated pool of water in a huge recycled canister of some sort. THAT'S how you work it out in the desert.



When I got home, Olive was like, "Wow, tell me all about your tr-zzzzzzz."

Aw. It's sad summer is so long gone!