I am staying with my secretive friend from the Valley and his wife. Next to my own home this is the most comfortable place I’ve ever stayed. My friends are wonderfully accommodating. The house itself is oversized–not more rooms, but larger rooms.
I love this family of three. I love this place.
Today was my friend’s birthday. He is now sixty. There’s no good way to spin that.
He and his wife threw a fab party in the house and spilling out around the pool. Eddie, a friend of theirs I’ve known forever, cooked steaks and fish on the grill. There was green salad and fruit salad and tubs filled with ice and bottles.
The party was filled too!
A few show biz veterans told stories from back in the day, stories liberally sprinkled with recognizable names. He was a deal maker. Another was a powerful attorney.
Today’s temperature was whatever perfect is. The humidity was too low to care. There was a light breeze. The sky is a color we in Connecticut only see when they’re showing California on TV!
They let me take pictures.
I used four lenses. This is like an addict bragging about how often he’s shot up. Everyone knows letting me take pictures is just feeding my photography Jones, right?
I don’t have permission from my host so I won’t be showing people right now.
I fly out Tuesday afternoon. Helaine and I should be reunited (and it feels so good) at the baggage claim at McCarran in Vegas early Tuesday evening.