Been a while since I bragged about my girlfriend, Los Angeles. Which, in this analogy, would make New York the ex-wife that wouldn’t shut the hell up, spent all my cash and never put out.We Angelenos are spending this January week ensconced in 80-degree temps. Perfection. Yet, if we yearn to hit the slopes after toweling off at the beach, Mountain High resort is but 90 minutes away. Good snow, sexy young boarder chicks, no Bayonne accents (you heard me, Hunter Mountain).
L.A.: great city? Or the greatest city? I could go on. You know I will.
