Torrance, California, about 10 miles south of LAX. Was there for 3 days. Got invited to a wedding on the Sunday - I happened to be having a cople of beers at the bar on Saturday evening and came across the bride, her best friend and the prospective hubby. Later on while I was at dinner at the hotel, the mother and grandmother turned up and were sitting at the next table. Soon, the father and his wife turned up, then the bride, friend, then groom arrived. I was just sitting back listening to all the goings on and bitching about this and that (who's sitting next to who and where's little Mia going to sit - does she need a high chair?), yada yada. I eventually get in on the conversation and get invited to the wedding. I couldn't make it due to the seminar I was going to, but I did see a bit of it and talked to the father later that night. It all went off well apparently. I'm happy for them.