You ever get that feeling that real life is like a scene from a movie? Not an exciting scene, but just any old connecting scene, like where people drive around and it doesn't really further the plot. I get that feeling almost every time I go to LA, which is where I was last weekend. Whenever I looked around as I was driving up Sunset or Mullholland, I would feel a part of the cinematography and every time I pulled in a driveway or parking lot, it was just like a movie.

I was sure feeling like I was in Pulp Fiction when Sam injected his wife with a hypodermic needle, which was creepola, even though he was only sticking her with anesthesia because her back hurt. I was also feeling like I was in Hurly Burly when I was sitting around the Hollywood Hills and making small talk. Then it was kind of like the Anniversary Party when people came over. I'm not sure what movie it felt like when I got lost in East LA, or when I was looking at fireworks in the Hollywood Bowl and almost drove off the road.

I guess I should also point out that before going down to LA, I went to Palo Alto, which is a very swanky town, right across from a terrible neighborhood, East Palo Alto. I was there visiting Dan and Amy and their twin boys, who were in for a stop before they headed to Viet Nam, where they live now. So I went down with my wonderful wife, and we had some crappy Indian chickpeas, which cost 80 dollars, plus a pie for dessert from Whole Foods. That was at a guy's house who worked making technology for scanning containers for cargo ships, to stop terrorists who hate freedom from blowing up America.

Then the next day Dan and Amy and their blonde babies came to my office, and I took them on a shopping spree. Then they went to the Nam.

Anyhow, in LA, pretty much all that trip was about was resting and relaxing, though there was a challenging yoga class with a woman named Peri, who made me do a back flip and possibly pulled my groin. I'm not sure if that did it, but is has been hurting ever since.