“And I’m feeling for all the world like I’m feeling for all the world.”
–Jon Brion, “Hook, Line and Sinker”
For my birthday (yesterday) I got:
- A few hours to write. I can't remember the last time I sat down with more than two hours ahead of me to get some actual work done. I'd love to say I knocked it out of the park, but it was still good to focus for a while on the ol' novel.
- A nice blue blazer. I've never had one. I plan to look sharp in it.
- Took the kids to Opening Day. Not only did the Dodgers win in the bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases-loaded, down by 2, but Mr. Steve Garvey was sitting behind us. Damned if he didn't look younger than I. He signed our program where the kids and I had kept score throughout the game, something I hadn't done in a long while.
- Went with the whole mishpoche to the best damn pizza restaurant in L.A (I would tell you the name, but then more people might go there). June and I realized we'd been frequenting the establishment for the last 14 years. Yikes. (Okay, the hint is that it's in Eagle Rock, and it's called Casa Bianca Pizza Pie--but I'm not giving you the phone number).