Monday, September 22

This weekend we celebrated Amy’s impending nuptials with a night on the town. Given that I wasn’t anxious to endure The Wrath of Amy, we kept it mellow and relatively conservative.

Pictures from our night out:
~ Emily, Amy and I at Cherry before din-din
~ Chad and Amy after a drink, before eating
~ Me, Chad, Amy and Emily before…why do I look so “hefty”?
~ Princess Amy. She resisted at first, but I think she likes the tiara
~ The Table…me with the blacked out face
~ After dinner, a little blurry but Emilys expression is priceless
~ Leopard Lounge…we’re up to no good. Front to back: Misty, me, Amy, Bunny, Emily and Lauri.
~ As Chad so eloquently stated…Amy shows us she can “blow”. Wait, what’s that around her neck? And in her drink!? MERCY!

Thanks to Chad for not only being a Superstar, but for also bringing a digital camera to document the events. Note that we were unable to document Loca Luna, Backstreet and the Disco Diner (4am, HELLO!). Oh, you can only imagine…

Changing the topic…

What did I think of the Emmys? I don’t really get excited about them, they’re more informational than they are entertaining. Jon Stewart was funny and clever. Wanda Sykes dress was bunching up and I wanted to call an Emmy’s 911 number to get someone to fix it for her. I’m always amazed at how badly the men’s pants fit. I fell asleep shortly after Grace…whatever her real name is… did her annoying giggle acceptance speech. Not-so-much genuine with the laughing.

Shit I love TV. Have I mentioned that? Of course the only new episode of anything worth watching on tonight is Everwood (on The WB). If you haven’t watched it yet, you should. It’s strange, NBC used to my constant favorite. From The Cosby Show to Cheers to Friends and plenty in between. There was almost always something on NBC I liked. Now? Nope. Even tomorrow…the lineup of Whoopi, Happy Family and a double dose of Frasier does nothing for me. Instead, the Thuesday line up in my house will include One Tree Hill (again, The WB) which is actually quite good. I was able to see the pilot for it and it should evolve into a pretty solid show. Of course if you don’t “do” dramas, you’ll want to skip it. And no, I can’t attribute my change in viewing patterns to age, shut up.

I’m so excited I could pee my pants. Next week is ~ hold your breath kids ~ season premire week.

Do not call my house and expect me to answer the phone. Do not ask me to go do something one night next week. In fact, don’t expect me to go anywhere that doesn’t have a TV for at least 3 weeks.

Does a television qualify as a false idol? I don’t suppose it matters, at this point I’m going to hell anyway. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

Ahhh beautiful Los Angeles. Smog riddled, crime infested land of those who dress like a waif even when they’re 4 sizes too large for the hip huggers and tank they’re donning. The visit to see Jennifer was actually great. She and Steve have an adorable bungalow house not far from the Marina in Westlake. Not the least of the so-cute-I-could-die bits about the house is the guest cottage. Perfectly sweet and charming.

Just the same, it’s good to be home.

Day:

IKEA. It’s not just a store, it’s an experience. It’s such a pity they don’t have one here, they’d make a killing. Maybe we’re not as desperate for it as we are for something like a Burke-Williams, but I’d certainly do my best to keep them in business. Needless to say, I spent a few duckets there — the only thing that stopped me was a limited amount of space in my luggage…and even with that Jennifer has to mail me a few things.

Night:

I went with Leah and several of her friends to Largo, an intimate, groovy yet seedy comedy club. The food was nothing to write home about, but then again, it was Italian-ish food in a joint owned by an Irish guy so I wasn’t expecting much. Greg Proops was on fire, and while Patton Oswalt was funny, he had an RU486 bit that was troubling.

I’ll have to get back to you on what I did Sunday. I’m a little blurry on it due in part to the complete lack of sleep.

Jen and I enjoyed a nice nap on the 405 en route to Burbank and The WB. Dang it’s hot in the valley. We had a very nice lunch with Kristi and Shawna, followed by another nice nap on the 405.

That night, we made up for it. I had what could have very possibly been the best massage I’ve ever had. Jean Marsh is so talented, and if you ever get out to LaLa, be sure to look her up for a rub down. She doesn’t have a website (yet), so you’ll have to call her: 310 410 1762. She has this great Chi House in her lush back yard that I helped christen by virtue of my appointment. Nothing like having a massage outside next to a waterfall on a semi cool night. Damn.

Thursday
Upon arrival, Leah and I picked Jennifer up and trekked out to the Fox lot.