I am in LA. I am cold in LA. What? I shouldn’t complain about the weather in LA? It is, at least now, remarkably similar to what I left in Elk Grove. Low to mid-60s during the day, plunging down to the 40s at night. Brrrrr, right, all you East Coast people? The fact is, or at least the fact according to my experience, that one’s blood thins when one is in LA. So now my thinned blood and I are cold.
Yesterday I visited my beloved Grove for the first time in ages. If you watch Extra on NBC, you’ll know that it takes place at The Grove. Here is a photo of host Mario Lopez yesterday during the show. I can’t be more specific than that, and you’ll soon see why:
He’s there somewhere, I promise you. I actually saw him as I walked by; he is, as it seems are all celebrities, much smaller than he appears on TV.
Here’s the same site after the show was over and the crew packed up.
And now I am off to a four-day orgy of family: my sister’s belated birthday dinner tonight, Thanksgiving tomorrow, my nephew’s bar mitzvah weekend on Friday and Saturday. The whole mishpocha is in town, and I must try to be on my best behavior. Or at least somewhat better than in the past. Of course, the entire thing may be too much for my fragile psyche, in which case–well, I’m not sure what the case would actually be.
Finally, I give you a link to my Patch column on Penn State. Yes, I know I just said I never post my columns, but I am inordinately proud of this one. See how many of you pick up on the essential argument at the core of the fancy trope I created: Tragedy at Penn State, a play in several acts.
The MidLifeBloggers Writers Workshop will return next Wednesday.
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