First of all, I need to work with equal vigor to clear the name of the graf as I have worked to besmirch it, so let's just say, he gets a big thank you for coming through for me. Then, I'm not going to go into the guy who was a dead ringer for Weird Al Yankovic, or how he kept insisting he wanted to send me his bobblehead dolls that he had made for himself as promotional items, or tell you about the Sammy Hagar looking guy who had an incredibly high tech recording studio in his back yard in Burbank and nine shows on the air with music he did for them. I'm not even going to mention going to the Standard Hotel, where I had dinner with Sam and Claire and afterwards where I ran into several people of note, among them Emily Wagner, who was DJing in the lobby but is a paramedic on the show ER, though it's not clear to me why she would want to be DJing in a hotel lobby with ER money, or running into Ruthanna, who I haven't seen in a solid ten years, maybe more like 15. She just got back from Spain, making a movie about bullfighting, which is not big deal, but she was the third person I met that day who just got back from Spain making a movie about bullfighting, and all three were different movies. Must be a trend. Also met a woman who is about to get married to a guy who is best friends with Andrew, my old agent who also, by coincidence, dated Susan Grobomelman who went out with Saul for several years. Small world in the Standard Hotel lobby. The reason I can't get into all that stuff is because it wouldn't leave me any room to talk about how I narrowly escaped eating at a Quiznos, but instead ate Peruvian food, which wasn't even that good. But that was because I was looking for food in Burbank, which is a hopeless task. I was down for a recording session, which went well. Of course the best part was going up to Sam's house, which he just bought and is very nice. Not that my day was so hard or anything, but to sit in a mountain top pool surrounded by lemon trees full of lemons, and gardinia flowers stinking up the evening air, while his (man mande) waterfall trickles down and eat some grapes is really a nice lifestyle. Claire, in a wrinkle I was previously unaware of, is really into cats, so there were three of them in the house, one a rescue that she was just about to take to Las Vegas, and when I mean about to take, I mean she bought a round trip ticket to Vegas, just to get on the plane, take the cat, get off and give it to some shelter in Vegas and get back on the plane. So she's really into cats. Their house is really beautiful, with a bathroom to remember, with a skylight over the tub. And Claire told me there are a lot of coyotes outside, which was unsettling. But I guess I am getting ahead of the whole story, since I left out going to Marin to Mark's house, where I put up shelves for him. Sure is nice to put my DeWalt screwgun to use. After that, we saw some deer and voles and people playing tennis and some randy old lady tried to talk to me. Then I made some of my pizza that can't be beat, though getting the ingredients put me into a funk, because i had to deal with people who saddened me. It all worked out in the end. On Sunday we went around and looked at some real estate, though my honey wasn't feeling top notch and some pushy Frenchy was rubbing me the wrong way, talking about probates.