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.

Sonia and I were jet-lagged at work today, but Brittany and Hemingway did all of the sleeping.

Cottocrudo in Prague. Tuna, grilled octopus, pasta and dessert.

Thought we’d escape Europe without any rain, but happily waited out the hour rain shower in the lobby and got a little work done.

The first written document dates back to 1499 when the house was bought by maltster Vít Skřemenec. The brewery U Fleků is thus the only brewery in Central Europe which has been brewing continuously for over 500 years. The brewery was nationalised with the onset of the communist rule. The original owners, the Brtník family, regained the brewery and restaurant in 1991, after the fall of the regime.

With so little room in the Jewish ghetto, they were forced to bury their dead twelve deep.