Big fan of the movie. The play did not disappoint.

We had to up the ante on eating out, so we joined this secret dinner email list. Not bad.

In case your children ever want a tongue ring I present exhibit A.

Enjoyed dinner at the new oyster bar that just opened in our old neighborhood. I miss Sherman Oaks.

Welcome to West England. 70,000 strong at the Rose Bowl to watch the LA Galaxy take on Manchester United. 80% of the crowd was cheering for the England club.

“When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.” -Ernest Hemingway

Happy Birthday, Matt.

Aside from some horrible pictures, we had another great dinner with friends.

Perfect day for a street festival.

Lunch at Au Cheval.

Celebrating my friend Jeff’s birthday in the city.

Another regular stop for lunch.

Dinner at Publican.

Always the first stop. Time to abuse the body.

Thanks to the polar vortex, the weather in Chicago is near perfect.

His fiction is much better.

Celebrating George and Brittany’s birthday on a leisurely Sunday.

Running the stopwatch with Brittany. This is as close as I have gotten to working out in weeks.

Ebert was the only film critique I hoped would one day review my movie.

Flying back 3% poorer and 3% fatter. We’ll call it a wash.

We dressed up to win, but the dice were not impressed.

Less than 24 hours to go and we’re a tiny bit in the black. There’s still a sliver of a chance on getting out of here on the casino’s dime.

Edit: Yeah, 12 hours to go and it’s not going to happen.

And why I yo-yo diet.

Worst thing about Grimaldi’s pizza not being opened yet is that it’s right next to Christian Louboutin. Happy early birthday, Sonia.

Dinner at Alize on the top of the Palms.

#47: Lounge by five hotel pools. 106 degrees in the Vegas, but it’s a dry heat.

We lose. But, it was a good ride.