Wracked my brain, trying to come up with something to blog about, since this thing is supposed to be about writing. Are you impressed yet?
Didn't think so...
And he was nice too. I saw him standing around waiting to go on when a guy approached Kevin (yeah, I'm on a first name basis with Kevin)about a photo which Kevin had no problem with.
But let me back up. We started out at Le Gran Orange restaurant where we sat at the bar. I have a hard time drinking and driving (and we had to drive) so I had ice tea. The others had two rounds of alcohol. And nachos, there were nachos...
Next we carpooled to The Ice House. Since I didn't drink, I drove one of the cars. At the ice house there is a two drink minimum. I'm confessing here that I broke my 'no aspartame' rule. I didn't want to drink anything too fattening so I got two diet cokes. I know... I'm such a hard core drinker, right?
Anyway, that put everybody else at a four drinks a piece. Boss started into his tirade about how he dislikes Brad Garrett. "Aw," I say. "I like him. from 'Everybody Loves Raymond', right?"
The show was over before 10p. At loose ends, we decide to head over to the Langham for even more drinking.
This place is gorgeous. It used to be a Ritz Carlton and, if I'm not mistaken, still plays host to the Television Press Critics annual fall event.
We have two more drinks each here (total six and counting). I have hot chocolate, to heck with the 'eating healthy'.
By that point it is 1 am. Semi-sobriety has returned so I drive people to their cars. A good/fun night has been had by all. The bad news is I had to go back to work the next morning. This hopefully explains why I am not waxing eloquently about the pleasures/pains of writing.