California was great, but let me tell you I am effing TIRED and real behind now on work stuff.
It was a whirlwind of a trip, an amazing trip - but a real workout. Traveling flower classes is no joke. Fortunately we only travel to destinations where where there are hot tubs that you can rent by the hour, copious amounts of wine, deep tissue massage, and friends to play you lulaby's on the keyboard from the Tori Amos anthology as you crash on the couch.
We'll get to talking about the three amazing classes over at the LFS blog soon. We met so many people. So many lovely creative people. So many FLOWER people!
We got to spend lots of time with the choos and play with their dogs, universes colliding. How nice to have new friends to plan world flower domination with.
We got to catch up with old friends from college and drink cocktails in backroom bars. Meet all our west coast flower wholesalers in person. Ate at Chez Panisse. Bikerides to the ocean. Oogled the blooming Japanese magnolias in San Fransisco and then watched the horors in Japan unfold on the TV Friday morning at the flower market. (We're trying to put together a benefit class on Sunday April 3rd...more on that as soon as I can find a venue...)
I want to talk more about the coffee. The coffee in California is GOOD. They brew it all cup by cup, serious business, siphons, I'm talking 5 or 6 dollars a cup serious. I had one cup from a place in Oakland called Subrosa and it conjured the old loving feeling of a true caffiene high - the euphoria, the good will, the light giddy-ness I haven't felt since my teens.
Coffee Bar in downtown LA, loved. Cole Coffee in Oakland real good. Blue Bottle - Liked. Intelligensia in Silver Lake pretty good, but a hot guy works there who reminded me of Eric and I liked that.