My flight from Sydney to LA landed right on schedule at LAX but that is pretty much where the convenience for the rest of the day. I arrived at the Customs and Border Protection barrier to find that our Qantas flight had landed immediately after both a China Eastern and a Korean Air flight. It took me nearly two hours to reach the front of the queue - as I watched Chinese passport holders interviewed for up to 15 minutes each and then ultimately taken away to some other interview. It was frustrating to the max - particularly when I reached the barrier after an eternity it took me less than 5 minutes to get cleared, collect my luggage and be out in the street.
Now free of the mobile phone restrictions I tried to call my colleague who had flown in in the United flight around the same time - but to no avail. I walked up to the scheduled meeting space and after waiting about an hour and not being able to reach then on the phone I decided to grab a cab and head to the hotel. I arrived at Maison 140 in Beverly Hills and found that my colleague had left a message saying their phone was dead and that they would meet me out at the Getty Villa at 3pm. So that is what I did, I grabbed myself a quick shower and a fresh shirt and then headed off by taxi up to the Villa. I was totally amazed at the security levels just getting into the place - but once there it is a totally amazing venue and collection - the perfect companion to the Center. We then drove back to the hotel and I had a break before heading over to The Peninsula for a drink in the bar prior to dinner.
Dinner, predictably, was at Spago. I say predictably because my colleague cannot try anything new once he has found somewhere he likes. Always stays at The Peninsula, always eats at Spago, always rents the same model of Mercedes from Hertz. It is actually a pain in the arse - but at least I have managed to get him to try a couple of new restaurants in Chicago (not that there is anything wrong with RL or Spiaggia). For dinner I had some of the best natural oysters I have ever had and a perfectly cooked New York strip. Wolfgang did not grace us with his presence, but Joan Collins was eating two tables over (who knew she was still alive?). The Peninsula sent a massive Escalade to pick us up and when I got back to Maison 140 I started to pack so I would be ready for my 530am wake up call.