A bar side pic of kumamotos, mussels and cheese wouldn’t normally be significant, but tonight we walked to enjoy this meal. Burbank is coming of age.

Six classes in and even the basic steps like this one are really hard to get. Tango isn’t choreographed, but looks like it when mastered. Every move comes from the man. When you know what you’re doing, a man should be able to lead any woman (who is a tango dancer) on the floor and dance an entire routine without ever speaking. If I knew the basic walk takes years to master, I probably would chosen break dancing.

He walks on water.

A beautiful day in Beverly Hills.

#82: Eat at Dan Tana’s

This place hasn’t change since Sinatra made it his local haunt.

Back in Burbank.

One last meal at Scarpeta.

So not disciplined.

#39. Eat at Jose Andres’ secret Cosmo restaurant

After reserving over two months in advance, we finally got a place at the ten seat “secret” restaurant. The menu reflects the chef’s journey through Spain. It was well worth the wait.

And we’re back.

At the USR Soccer Banquet with Brittany.

A quick side trip to Riverside.

Rose. Rabbit. Lie. Is a new innovative comedy variety show at the Cosmopolitan. I was loving every second of it until I was dragged on stage to point a gun at a dog cradled in my arms. The dog is fine.

Valentine’s Day dinner at Sage.

Cosmopolitan Hotel, 2014. A throwback to when we used to post mirror pics on the blog.

Wait, there’s going to be a cloud today? Man, this weather sucks.

Kusshi, Kumamoto and charred oysters with a greek salad. Makes me miss N’awlins.

Rio will never be a mother.

I wished my nephew a happy birthday a day early. When he called me out on it I told him I was texting him from the future. I just got back to the present with proof.

After breakfast mimosas in Hollywood.

Enjoyed a Clippers win with friends.

At the game with Dad. Lebron was too much for the Paul-less Clips.

Despite a once in a generation ice storm in Atlanta, Basically Me had its best show since launching in 2010.