Ashley Ream

At least once a year, I hop the cheapest flight I can get and leave behind the Botox and the boobs for the rarefied air of San Francisco. I ditch my car and hop a bus with the tweakers and the homeless guys. Wave goodbye to my teetotaller husband and rack up a bar bill. Trade the San Fernando Valley for the hills, the sun for the fog, the sprawl for the compact and vertical. It's good for me, a cultural colonic.

Most importantly, I crash with my best girlfriend, laugh my ass off and remember why she's the Laverne to my Shirley. Occasionally, we even do something respectable.

Pictures from the Chihuly glass exhibit at the de Young:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahream

Everybody needs a Laverne. Love ya, babe.

Ashley Ream Dispatches from the City of Angels I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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