May 5th, 1990

May 5th, 1990

Night flight from LAX – LHR

A measly hour of crew rest isn’t nearly enough to write about my last day in Los Angeles and what has by far, been the best trip ever. I had such a good time with the girls but spending time with David and seeing where he lives, was the icing on the cake. Not to mention my new love affair with LA.

Woke up at David’s and only had to roll over to see the ocean, a view that’d never get old (any of it!) Being a Saturday, David had the day off and insisted on making pancakes for breakfast, that we carried up to the roof terrace.

“How are they?”

“Light, fluffy and delicious,” I smiled.

Went for a lovely drive and ended up in Malibu, total beach area, all of it is beachy but the houses in Malibu are located on what they call the PCH, the Pacific Coast Highway, which is pretty spectacular.

Today is Cinco de Mayo, so we stopped at a Mexican restaurant and I really wanted one of the yummy looking Margarita’s everyone around us seemed to be enjoying but it was too close to flying time so I had to refrain.

Quick stop back at David’s where we did a spot of sunbathing;

“It sucks you have to leave.”

“I know, I really wish I could stay. I absolutely love it here.”

David rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow.

“More than New York?”

I pushed my sunglasses up for a better view of his gorgeous face and blond, floppy hair.

“Actually, yes!”

“Wow, knowing how much you love the Big Apple, that’s kinda shocking.”

“They’re so different.”

“Yes, they are.”

“You can’t beat the ocean,” I sighed as he started running his fingers up and down my thigh.

“Hmmmm,” he uttered.

“And the guys aren’t too shabby either,” I laughed, wriggling slightly from the tickling sensation.

“Guys?” He said, in mock horror.

“Ok, guy.”

He laughed and kissed me. “Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome,” I smiled.

“I hope you can come back real soon.”

“Me too, I’m really going to miss it.”

“I’ll miss you,” he said, inching closer.

“I’ll miss you too.”

Especially when I’m traveling in the opposite direction in the middle of the night at 36,000 feet.


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