“Free Britney!!!” I shouted at one point in the party, because I don’t want to seem old and contrary and out of touch with America.
Category: Gin
A Summer Splashdown
LA never wowed me the way it wows some folks. Instead, it hooked me with a thousand little revelations.
Tails up. Penalty kicks. Wine.
Good food requires no apologies. Good food is second base.
Gulp. Smile. Bravo.
Look at their smiles, the jaunty/careless way they wear a necktie. I am nothing but envious of these grads.
Carpe Eat ‘Em
Yep, that’s an In-N-Out burger. Yep, I made it at home. My greatest influence as a writer? Calvin & Hobbes. Like them, my cheeky goal is to make language “a complete impediment to understanding.” You know, like Twitter. That’s why I continue to verb some nouns and noun some verbs. Soon, I also hope to … Continue reading Carpe Eat ‘Em
The Earth Blushed
In a dark environment, without sun, sunflowers will turn toward each other.
The Senior Prom
The biggest thing about prom these days is the invite, which is elaborate.
Ribs, Fibs and Baby Bibs
What a summer this promises to be, warm and sinny, sunblasted and social, with gin as the mixer.
Moms, Old and New
I never met a weekend I didn’t like
The Naked City
Such a weekend we just celebrated in LA, full of sin and dishonor, two qualities that also make special our little village by the sea.