I stuck to my guns and didn't watch any TV this weekend. It was hard, I have to admit. Twice, I had the remote in hand and finger on the power before remembering my resolution. Normally, a TV-less weekend wouldn't be a big deal, but Mr. Octopus had to go into the office this weekend and I was tempted to turn on the TV for some background noise. But I didn't. Here's what happened instead.
Friday night was spent having dinner with some new and old friends at Guelaguetza, a great Oaxacan restaurant near Olympic and Normandie (right). The restaurant stands out like a sore thumb because it's a big, bold, non-Korean establishment smack in the middle of Koreatown. It has a Asian look about it, so maybe it used to be a Korean restaurant. Who knows. Afterwards, we headed to Club Tee-Gee, a favorite bar of ours in Atwater.
Saturday was a wasted day. Waking up at noon will do that to you. Basically I drove aimlessly around Eagle Rock, which is not to far from our house. East of Glendale and west of Pasadena, Eagle Rock is an area named after a big rock (left) that sorta looks like an eagle. We've heard from many people that it's an up and coming neighborhood, so we've begun scoping out the area and the real estate.
Later in the afternoon I popped in the DVD of The Getaway (1972), but I had to turn it off after 20 minutes because Ali MacGraw was so unbearably bad. Beautiful people who can't act should not have speaking roles. Then at night, we watched Walk the Line, which was also quite bad (but bearable). The story was bare and formulaic (guy with tough childhood saved by good woman) and the performances good but not great. I don't see what the big deal was about Reese Witherspoon. If I were Felicity Huffman, I'd be pissed.
Sunday was spent following open house signs in Eagle Rock and environs. We saw some good stuff. We're buoyed by the fact that some of these houses are staying on the market a relatively longish time. Bodes well for us.