Tonight we celebrated our anniversary by getting lobster at a place called “Lobster” and then trekking onto the Santa Monica Pier to ride the ferris wheel. I should also mention that getting Tessa onto something like a ferris wheel is no mean feat, as she dislikes shit that throws your body around in the name of fun. Personally, I crave that sort of thing unless it’s on an airplane, and then St. Xanax can take care of the rest.
We’ve had to be very Buddhist about the last couple of days; this town can throw your mood around like a rubber superball. The problem with speculative careers – as opposed to the obvious paycheck on Friday – is that it can raise a lot of feelings you haven’t experienced since high school.
All we can do is “the next right thing” and “keep our side of the street clean” and “have faith obliterate fear.” I would say “I’m the piece of shit the world revolves around,” but then you’d know where I get all my aphorisms.
By the way, can I just say again how much Lucy liked Caesar’s Palace?
she’s going to be trouble in there eventually