housesitter

remember that movie housesitter with steve martin and goldie hawn? well, this week i'm like goldie. that's right folks....i'm housesitting. for a brief 7 days, i get to get out of my small, crappy, sweltering apartment in bh adjacent to hang out in a swank hollywood hills house. the house? a rad 4 story, 6 bedroom house up beechwood canyon. views of the whole city. a pool room with an antique pool table and cues owned by elvis. a nice barbeque and six burner stove. outdoor patio to chill on. hundreds and hundreds of cds to listen to. tivo and direct tv to play with and get confused by. a big black lab dog to go on walks with. yeah, it's cool. on our last walk we discovered (besides huge houses) a dirt trail which lead to this enormous lake. in the middle of los angeles! and it was deserted. probably because you can't get to it. but still, it was very peaceful and nice. plus i could see madonna's old house. the one with the stripes. yeah, i know. i watch too much entertainment tonight.

and, is it just me, or when you're in someone else's house do you have to look through every drawer and cabinet even though it's none of your business? i do. and i feel bad about it but not really. the kitchen and office and such have been fairly standard. but looking through someone's bathroom is so wrong yet so right. i can't stop myself. luckily, the owner said to make myself at home so i feel like i'm okay. he even said to have a lot of people over and entertain. now if i only had friends to entertain....sigh.