End of Days: 2005 Edition
Yep, that was definitely interesting.
2005 was the most stressful year of my adult life, with ten bouts of illness and a temporarily crippling injury. It was also the best and most productive of my few years in LA, even while every single spare moment was spent recuperating in bed. There was not one single hour all year long when I was home and both awake and healthy. I had lots of plans, but only time and strength enough to meet my obligations. The obligations were good stuff, though, so I still came out ahead. The plan this year (oh, the hubris): stay healthy enough long enough to do the obligatory stuff and all the other stuff I planned to do last year.
2005 since last I blogged: I've been sick twice, spent the last half of November in New York, helped organize and hosted a charity event for 200 in Hollywood, went to numerous parties, lost my voice, got off my cane, met Clive Barker, and spent almost twelve days over the holidays in bed. You know, in addition to all the usual stuff. That was 2005 all year long for me.
Here's a fun thing that happened in NYC, which I sent to Defamer's Hollywood PrivacyWatch and which they rejected (sob) as NYC is apparently too far from LA and Chief Bratton seems not to quality as a celeb:
This might be stretching the point of Hollywood PrivacyWatch, but it does involve an LA celeb (of sorts) and it's too freaky not to share. While visiting my best friend in NYC, he treated me to lunch at Jacques on the Upper East Side. This was the cold, rainy, early Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving and we were the first lunch customers of the day. Several minutes after we were seated, the second lunch customers were some guy and William J. Bratton, the LAPD Chief of Police, who I actually know and last saw when I was having lunch with him at the LA Police Academy! The entire time I lived in NYC, I never ran into anybody I knew anywhere in town, so how very freaky to run into the most important LA person I know 3,000 miles from home at some random French restaurant I'd never been to before in my life that's far from my friend's neighborhood and with nobody else in the place. He was looking good, ordered a burger (I would have recommended the Croque Madame -- honestly, why even go to a French restaurant for a burger?), and he ate and left quickly. In the spirit of the season, I give thanks for the freaky anecdote, Chief!
And the most pleasant surprise to come out of 2005? NBC is looking at my sitcom. Who expected that?
As for 2006? One thing I know: I'm still not sure where this blog is heading. But don't say I never blogged you nothin'!
2005 was the most stressful year of my adult life, with ten bouts of illness and a temporarily crippling injury. It was also the best and most productive of my few years in LA, even while every single spare moment was spent recuperating in bed. There was not one single hour all year long when I was home and both awake and healthy. I had lots of plans, but only time and strength enough to meet my obligations. The obligations were good stuff, though, so I still came out ahead. The plan this year (oh, the hubris): stay healthy enough long enough to do the obligatory stuff and all the other stuff I planned to do last year.
2005 since last I blogged: I've been sick twice, spent the last half of November in New York, helped organize and hosted a charity event for 200 in Hollywood, went to numerous parties, lost my voice, got off my cane, met Clive Barker, and spent almost twelve days over the holidays in bed. You know, in addition to all the usual stuff. That was 2005 all year long for me.
Here's a fun thing that happened in NYC, which I sent to Defamer's Hollywood PrivacyWatch and which they rejected (sob) as NYC is apparently too far from LA and Chief Bratton seems not to quality as a celeb:
This might be stretching the point of Hollywood PrivacyWatch, but it does involve an LA celeb (of sorts) and it's too freaky not to share. While visiting my best friend in NYC, he treated me to lunch at Jacques on the Upper East Side. This was the cold, rainy, early Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving and we were the first lunch customers of the day. Several minutes after we were seated, the second lunch customers were some guy and William J. Bratton, the LAPD Chief of Police, who I actually know and last saw when I was having lunch with him at the LA Police Academy! The entire time I lived in NYC, I never ran into anybody I knew anywhere in town, so how very freaky to run into the most important LA person I know 3,000 miles from home at some random French restaurant I'd never been to before in my life that's far from my friend's neighborhood and with nobody else in the place. He was looking good, ordered a burger (I would have recommended the Croque Madame -- honestly, why even go to a French restaurant for a burger?), and he ate and left quickly. In the spirit of the season, I give thanks for the freaky anecdote, Chief!
And the most pleasant surprise to come out of 2005? NBC is looking at my sitcom. Who expected that?
As for 2006? One thing I know: I'm still not sure where this blog is heading. But don't say I never blogged you nothin'!
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1/18/2006 04:04:00 PM
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