Today was the officially the first day of winter in Los Angeles. I don’t care what your calendars say, in LA we call it winter when the weather stays below 63 degrees for at least an hour. All of us SoCal pansies now must tuck away the AC unit and get the space heater out of the closet…this government-mandated exercise reminds us that we are merely adjacent to Beverly Hills, not actually in it. A stone’s throw from the Walsh residence, yet so far away…
Life has been splendidly hectic with my various addictions: my traveling comedy habit saw me hit DC and pop my cherry (not that one) in Chicago…meanwhile back on the west coast Oscar flicks are starting to pile up (not you, The Counselor). A few at-bats in the romance department to boot, and I’m long overdue for a nap.
Check the schedule next to this warbling rant and you’ll see that I’ll soon be in Tampa (where my sis used to live), St Louis (where I once had a dish called “pizza nachos” and it actually lived up to it’s name) and Cleveland (I willed the Redskins to a playoff run there last year). I’ll be spending Christmas in Vegas and where will I be come New Year’s? HUGE NYE show announcement coming soon…can’t tell you where I’ll be yet; it’s top-secret and my mom would be a basket case if she knew.
Until then, keep the soda cold and the popcorn lightly buttered…that may be the worst parting phrase in the history of blogging. Someone please use that as your senior quote.