Los Angeles: Fun to visit, shitty to live in

So I just spent the last 5 days in LA for work. Worked 12 hour days, even on Saturday. On the bright side, most of my expenses were covered, including my badass hotel with the 34th floor revolving lounge.
I think I slept better in their "Heavenly Bed", as they call it, than I have in years at home. King sized with 5 down pillows and a down comforter, oh it was heavenly alright. It was cool to be able to spend a bit of my off-time exploring the city, WeHo, Westwood, Santa Monica. I think the most interesting part of the trip had to be our excursion to Westwood (by UCLA campus) for the locally famous Diddy Riese cookies, where you can not only get cookies, but ice cream as well...and if you so choose, get the ice cream in between 2 cookies. Genius! It's located right across the street from the Fox theater, where they happened to be having the premiere of the new shitty movie Benchwarmers. Red carpet, limos, and security everywhere. While standing on the sidewalk in line for my cookies, we got asked to move aside by a security guard with an earpiece in his ear. I turned around and right there on the curb was a big black Suburban with Schwarzenegger in the front passenger seat. Apparently he and the family wanted some cookies before the movie. Maria Shriver and their kids got out of the back seat and actually waited in line behind me. Arnie stayed in the truck, but rolled down the window to tell them what he wanted to eat. It was a bit strange seeing the Terminator right next to me, yelling "Chaahcolut chip een a shooogah cone!" I think he's making up for all those years of healthy food and bodybuilding.
While most of my trip was work, I had some good meals, went to some good bars, and saw a celebrity or two. Definitely fun for a few days, but no way in hell I could live in that city. Rush hour traffic was so bad I stopped twice to make car payments. Nobody signals, which I suppose is convenient for them considering they're all out of free hands...with one holding their cell phone and the other changing the radio station, who has time to flip the turn signal on? And forget about the fact that southern californians' brains immediately turn to mush when it starts to rain. Car? What's a car? Drive? How do I do that? My drive home last night to San Diego, which would normally have been 1 hr 50 minutes, turned into a rain-filled, accident-laden 4hr and 12 minute nightmare teeming with idiots who think that coefficient of friction ceases to exist in their Nissan Sentra (a.k.a. Speed, swerve, spin, crash). No I'm not kidding, I saw it happen twice. So I'm now safely back to work in Sunny Daygo, foot loose and smog-free. Yay.