Well, children, I hope most of you had a good Christmas and some of you are having a good Hanukkah. And are any of you celebrating Kwanzaa? Actually, does anyone out there even know anyone who's celebrating Kwanzaa? Let me know if you do.
I, for one, had a great Christmas. The Huddies and I opened our gifts the night before, in true Becky fashion. We both loved our gifts: a California state flag for them, a coffeehouse gift card and the Monk-Coltrane at Carnegie Hall CD for me. We were going to go on a hike to the Hollywood sign on Christmas morning, but then remembered the Pistons were on at 9:30 a.m. So instead we watched the game while munching on my delicious scrambled eggs. We burned the rest of the daylight hours with phone conversations back home, more basketball, and general laziness.
Then, as the sun began to set, Mike and I picked up Ryan Ward and we sped out to Santa Monica in attempts to catch the sunset. I was going to lie about this part, but I have to keep it real on Rocket Fever: It was cold and cloudy at the beach. Happy, Midwesterners?
After Santa Monica, we headed for the old homestead: Ye Rustic Inn. The rest of the night was spent drinking, talking, drinking, meeting up with Becky, drinking, meeting up with Warren, you know, and have an uplifting and out-of-the-blue phone conversation with Pat Muir. I can't tell you how good it felt to talk to that guy. See you in Vegas, Pat.
The night ended with a ride home from Warren, who had only one drink, me running up and down the street with my shirt off, and Mike kicking me in the leg -- hard -- for some reason.
All in all, a memorable first Christmas in L.A.
It was only a matter of time before the papers began to pick up on "Lazy Sunday."
Interesting story in USA Today. Wonder if it'll create any buzz.
I usually hate celebrity stories, but this one is right up my ally.
This is why I love reading The Roanoke Times. It has great detail and captures the voice of the folks down there so perfectly (although, in true RT fashion it's just a bit too long).