Life Is A Cabaret…
Since life is a Cabaret, I joined in.
Since life is a Cabaret, I joined in.
I know I am repetitive, but I Love New York.
Is there a black cloud hanging over my head? These past few months I just feel as if I cannot have a complete day without more shit being shoveled in my path forward.
It is possible to meet interesting people on an airplane.
I must really like Charlotte Cohn, my NYC neighbor. Wednesday night we made the trek from Pacific Palisades to Burbank to see her starring in a charming play, Handle With Care. It recently had a very successful run Off-Broadway.
I recently booked an appointment at a Benefit brow bar.
What a show. Not rock ‘n roll, but a talented artist kicking creative butt.
I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane.
Fall in the Northeast is like being in paradise…never been, but any place my hair looks good is my idea of paradise.
I spent the other night in sensory overload…I was mesmerized by a dazzling new play on Broadway. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is one of the most engrossing shows that I have seen.
I am overwhelmed and Disgraced.
25,000 steps. Translation…11.5 miles.
The United Nations is in session. The streets of New York are as chaotic as the present state of the world.
It never fails. Flying out of Los Angeles I always encounter Angry Birds.
The heat is on. Los Angeles was sweltering yesterday. I literally burned my finger opening the car door.
Several months ago I came out and declared my love and admiration for Joan Rivers.
Get On Up and go see the James Brown movie.
In the suspenseful conclusion of the epic tale of how, If The Devil Had Menopause, spends a Saturday in Los Angeles, I shall conclude the riveting saga about where I stuffed my face (read yesterday’s restaurant review of, Faith & Flower) with a joyous theatre review.
My first weekend back in Los Angeles. The weather is stellar and we are up and out early. It’s all about Santa Monica, the beach and Sunday In The Park with Madison (George is so yesterday).
Re-entry is rough.