So, after a few days of getting alternately sunburned and frozen out on Puget Sound, I am back in Los Angeles again. I am staying at the same place I did last week, and when I came back, one of the people who works at reception here recognized me and asked me in a friendly way why I was back.
I felt sort of embarrassed to explain the reason (obsessive opera fandom!) and so I just said something like “oh, it’s a long story.” But the guy persisted, and I ended up explaining that it was to hear some music. I was reminded once again that the number of people who would understand the real explanation for my presence in Los Angeles is, when you get down to it, extremely small. This isn’t a bad thing at all – after all, if everyone got it, it would be that much harder to get tickets! But I do end up feeling a little weird sometimes.
Maybe I should start trying to pass myself off as a drug mule.