Another fantastic birthday courtesy of my wonderful wife. We trekked up to the Getty Museum (where I’d never been) and salivated over the delicious Rembrandts, the Bouguereau, the stunning portraits by David. My favorite part was the Illuminated Texts room, which had illustrated books from the 8th century. I think that shit rocks.
Tessa and me at the Getty – the packed 405 freeway stretches between us
I’m keeping this short because I am in the post-coital throes of a Macallan 25-year-old single malt scotch, bought for me by the effervescent Spencer Garrett. Why, you ask? Because Tessa threw me a surprise party at Pinot in Hollywood, where some of my favorite Left Coasters congregated for shrimp hors d’oeuvres.
Of course, this being Los Angeles, only two people were there for the actual “surprise” and the other twenty filtered in throughout the evening. But getting twenty people to do anything in Los Angeles had to be considered a huge success. In the land where “yes” means “no” and “definitely” means “maybe,” we had a great crowd and a terrific time.
Oh, and thanks to all of you for your awesome wishes yesterday. If it weren’t for the ‘comments’ section, I might have given this up long ago.