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  • Viva La Vie Boheme!

    What a week!  After arriving from Africa, Darlene & Jay left California on Monday and Rob arrived on Tuesday.  It was a whirlwind week, and he made me realize I’m not as young as I used to be.  I think I slept a total of  six hours all week!  We had a great time though, as these photos will attest.  It was exciting to have him here on Wednesday when the California Supreme Court finally ruled that Proposition 8, the ban on gay marriage, was unconstitutional.  My feelings on this are well documented.  It was nice to be able to attend the rally in West Hollywood with Rob and celebrate this small victory on the road to equality.  For those of you who don’t agree, please watch this:  :) 


    The Colbert Report Mon – Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
    How to Ruin Same-Sex Marriages
    www.colbertnation.com


    For more of my photos from Wednesday’s Prop 8 Rally in West Hollywood, click here.  For last year’s star studded rally (where Chazz met President Obama), click here.


    The fabled sign will never be the same!


    Psychedelic Rob!


    Hooray for Hollywood!


    At the historic rally, listening to Ted Olson, David Boies and Chazz’s buddy, Dustin Lance Black


    We even managed to meet Thai Elvis at The Palms!


    Our friend August’s back yard in Perris, CA was stunning!


    Apparently guns are allowed in Perris! :)


    August making a ninja catch!


    Trying not to laugh or move!


    At The Abbey with Ryan & Claudio


    It’s late!


    Snuggle buddies!


    Here’s to good times at The Hotel Careyfornia!


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    The week was topped off last night with a performance of “Rent” at the famed Hollywood Bowl.  Directed by Neil Patrick Harris, who originated the role of Mark in L.A. in 1997, and starring Vanessa Hudgens, Nicole Scherzinger, Wayne Brady, Tracie Thoms, Gwen Stewart and other Rent veterans, the show was a dazzling, sumptuous feast, set amongst the tranquil Hollywood Hills. Even though this was my 16th viewing (in 7 countries and 5 languages), it never gets old. “There’s only now, there’s only here. Give in to love, or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.

    rent

    The underlying themes in Rent” have resonated with me for nearly 15 years.  When I first saw the play in 1996 in New York City it spoke to me like nothing I had ever seen.  The story is an old one, 159 years old to be exact.  1851 was the year that Henri Murger published the book Scènes de la Vie de Bohème a story about his friends; so called “Bohemians” or “starving artists” living in the Latin Quarter of Paris in the mid 1800′s.  His friends had the same names as the central characters in “Rent” (with American updates; Rodolpho became Roger, Marcel became Mark, etc.).  50 years after the book was published, Puccini turned it into the famous opera La Boheme, which in turn, 100 years later became the musical “Rent“.  The central themes of all three were the same, though the times, plagues and vices were different.  Wikipedia presents this chart:

    Character in La bohème Character in Rent
    Mimi, a seamstress with TB Mimi Marquez, an S&M dancer with AIDS
    Rodolfo, a poet with TB Roger Davis, a musician with AIDS
    Marcello, a painter Mark Cohen, a filmmaker
    Musetta, a singer Maureen Johnson, a bisexual performance artist
    Schaunard, a musician with TB Angel Dumott Schunard, a gay cross-dressing drummer with AIDS
    Colline, a philosopher with TB Tom Collins, a gay computer whiz and Anarchist philosopher with AIDS
    Alcindoro, a state councillor Joanne Jefferson, a lesbian lawyer
    Benoit, a landlord Benjamin ‘Benny’ Coffin III, also a landlord

    No matter how hard the characters try to fight it, they all come to the realization that love is the strongest force we know.  Stronger than heroin, AIDS or even death.  Be it the “starving artists” in the Latin Quarter of 19th Century Paris, the American Bohemians like Jack Kerouac in the 50′s or the drug addled, AIDS victims in Jonathan Larson’s masterpiece “Rent”; they all knew this “fact”, and they lived their lives accordingly.  Even in this age of social networking and a truly wired global technosphere; it’s good to be reminded that we are all connected by the powerful force of love, and that a broken heart universally hurts.  “We don’t own emotion, we rent.”  How ironic, that Jonathan Larson, the composer and playwright of “Rent”, dropped dead of an aortic aneurysm the night before the show opened on Broadway in 1996.  After all, “Rent” is about living for today, because you never know what tomorrow might bring.

    Last year I had a conversation with an acquaintance I first wrote about in this post, entitled “Perceptions” three years ago (she’s also an evangelical Christian).  She told me that I would be proud of her, because she finally watched the movie, based on the musical “Rent”.  I asked her how she liked it, and she basically thought it was “disgusting”.  At first I was taken aback by her response.  I know the movie wasn’t nearly as good as the play, but it was unfathomable to me how anyone could find these ageless, central themes anything but life affirming and beautiful.  She admittedly shed tears at the sad parts, but implied that all of the tragedy and sadness of the movie was a result of the characters (“Lesbos” was one of the words she used), not seeking the “love of God”.  They were seeking love in the wrong place.  Their addictions, (heroin) and diseases, (AIDS) were their own doing.  I fail to see the Christ-like thinking in this sentiment and told her so.  Coincidentally, the initial person I referenced in the “Perceptions” post in 2007, whose family fled from tyranny, starred in the ensemble of “Rent” this past weekend at the Hollywood Bowl.  A full circle moment.

    “To sodomy
    It’s between God and me.
    To faggots, lezzies, dykes, cross dressers too.
    To me….To you….
    To people living with….not dying from disease.
    Let he among us without sin,
    Be the first to condemn.
    La Vie Boheme.
    Anyone out of the mainstream.
    Is anyone in the mainstream?
    Anyone alive with a sex drive.
    Tear down the wall.
    Aren’t we all?
    The opposite of war isn’t peace.
    It’s creation.
    La Vie Boheme.
    Viva La Vie Boheme.”

    Here are some photos and a video from last night:


    Sorry for the shoddy video…I was trying to be discreet…but you get the idea!

  • Refudiated Hiatus

    I’ve been away from Xanga for over a month.  Apologies to my loyal readers…but I needed the time away to work on some other pressing matters.  I did manage to keep Facebook and my micro-blog at Tumblr up to date with photos, but that’s about it.  Thanks to those of you who wrote inquiring as to my whereabouts.  I’m still super busy with work, but something happened yesterday that was too good not to blog about.  The stupidest woman in America is at it again, as evidenced by a tweet she sent out yesterday:

    Maybe she’s still reeling from the news that her daughter is engaged to my friend Levi Johnston, noted Playgirl model who she calls “Ricky Hollywood“, but “refudiate” is NOT A WORD even in Palinese!!  She also used it in an interview with Fox News:

    She tried to smooth over her idiocy with another tweet invoking a Bushism and a hardly noteworthy lexical creation by President Obama, but the damage was done:

    Some enterprising folks even bought the URL www.refudiate.com and are now selling T-shirts:

    And now there’s a debate over whether to add the word to the dictionary!!??  Tell you what…you can add it, as long as you “refudiate” Sarah Palin!  As reported by Jacob Heilbrunn, author of “They Knew They Were Right:  The Rise of the Neocons“,

    All the hubbub overlooked the possibility that perhaps Palin isn’t simply trying to bring down big government, but the English language as well.

    It would be foolish to underestimate her ability to succeed, at least in the latter area. She’s already displayed great skill at mangling every word and phrase within talking distance. Imagine what she could do with the bully pulpit.

    Indeed, if Palin becomes president, she might well enjoy the opportunity to rewrite not only history, but English itself. Here’s what a high school grammar test might look like under the Palin regime, requiring students to turn any word starting with “re” to substitute “v”s with a “p.” Correct spelling would be the following:

    It’s become increasingly clear that President Palin is refolted by the idea that liberals continue to control the news media. She seeks to refair this problem. Refresenting the will of the people is the job of President Palin, who finds it totally refrehensible and refulsive that the media continues to refroach her for pursuing innovative ideas. Liberals, refent, the end is nigh!

    Palin is reportedly (sorry, I meant refortedly) thinking of calling it a new campaign to mind your “p”s and “f”s.

    Enough of the Wasilla Wombat.  Here are some photos from the past few weeks that you may have missed if you don’t follow me on Facebook or Tumblr:


    With the kids at the 4th of July Parade…click for more


    Looking forward to Cats & Dogs in 3D!


    With Brent & Riye in Koreatown


    A rainbow in Dove Canyon last week…click for more


    Tressa and the rainbow!


    Dinner with Ryan & Chazz


    Hot Dogs


    Poolside at The Hotel Careyfornia


    The LaBrea Tar Pits with the kids…click for more


    Welcome to the Hotel Careyfornia!


    Hollywood with the kids yesterday…click for more

  • Out of the Closet

     
    In preparation for the next wave of guests at The Hotel Careyfornia, I spent the whole afternoon today, cleaning out the closets in my bedroom.  It has been well documented what a packrat I am; and my closets were bulging at the seams.  I’ve lived in California for 8 years now.  I guess I can part with of most of my turtlenecks and sweaters from when I lived in Chicago, LOL.  I even got rid of a bunch of hoodies! I’m sure that will surprise my friends…as I had close to 100.  This is the pile of clothes that’s going to Goodwill:


    That’s a pile of 130 shirts, 40 sweatshirts and about 35 pairs of pants…it freed up a lot of hangers!

    Ryan’s mother was in town this week from Missouri.  I had never met her before and we had a really nice time.  I took Chazz to the Lake Hollywood dog park and he had a blast: 


    Sniffing the Hollywood sign


    More photos here...

     


    Sleeping beauties


    Dinner with Lora last night

    And finally, **BREAKING NEWS** The Rapture is here! Forget everything I said about Jesus in my last post.  Jesus is alive and well and walking the streets of West Hollywood! Chazz and I snapped this photo the other morning. Jesus was walking down Fountain Ave, no doubt heading to Starbucks? Praise the Lord! But that means Chazz (the proverbial pooch) is screwed! Now I need to find a real atheist!


    Chazz checking out Jesus Christ...Only in Hollywood!

    This is a real call to a televangelist who sells red vegetable oil and claims it is really the blood of Jesus. 
    You can't believe it until you hear it!

    “It is the final proof of God’s omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.”  Andrew Mackerel, the hero of Peter De Vries’s 1958 comic novel “The Mackerel Plaza”

    Can science answer life's most important questions??  Morals are based on conscience experience.

  • Move Over Barney Fife

    …There’s a new deputy in town.  This weekend my cousin is getting married and I was honored when she and her fiance asked me to perform the ceremony.  So recently, I was “deputized” by the state of California.  This Saturday, by the power vested in me, I will pronounce them man and wife.  I had to take the following oath to become a deputy:

    As an officer of the state of California, I couldn’t be seen driving an 8 year old car, so this weekend I bought a new 2010 Honda Accord EX-L.  My old Honda was never the same after that girl hit me two years ago and it’s been getting progressively worse.  I don’t care much about cars or how they look, but I think this suits me pretty well.  I’m having fun with the navigation system too.  I like being able to say “Find sushi” and have the car show me all of the Japanese restaurants in the area.  Now let’s just hope my new deputy status can get me out of some speeding tickets!


    More photos here…


    Here’s what it’s like to drive down Fountain Ave. at sunset

    Later that evening Leslie and I went to The Grove to watch the first episode of the new season of Glee.  The cast showed up and it was kind of a zoo.  The episode was really good though.  I thought the show’s writing was hit or miss last season.  They never quite lived up to the pilot in my opinion.  But this season does look promising!


    The cast led by the incomparable Jane Lynch.  She had the best line in the premiere episode we saw:
    Sue Sylvester: “You’re the stupidest teenagers I’ve ever met and that’s saying a lot; as I once coached a young cheerleader named Sarah Palin.”


    Corey Monteith – “Finn”


    MY favorite character, Mike Chang as played by Harry Shum Jr. of LXD and Apple commercial fame!


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    Spoiler Alert! Here are a few rough, unedited scenes from the premiere of the new episode of Glee airing Tuesday. Songs include: Give You Hell, Hello Hello & Don’t Stop Believin’ over the loud speakers at the end. More info on the episode can be found by clicking here.

    I also ran into Raquel Welch earlier in the week.  She looks pretty damn good for 69 years old!  As someone said, she’s the “original Silicon Valley”.  LOL.  She was promoting her new book, Beyond The Cleavage

    Just another beautiful week in L.A.!

  • ‘Twas the Day After Oscar

     
    Apologies to Clement C. Moore:
    (For this year’s poem, as well as last year and the year before!)

    ‘Twas the day after Oscar,
    And all through the “‘wood”.
    Stars were nursing hangovers,
    The best that they could.


    The statues were given,
    The parties were done.
    And Mo’Nique was braiding
    her leg hair for fun
    .

    And poor old James Cameron,
    Though richer than dirt.
    Still lost to his ex-wife,
    Now that’s gotta hurt!

    And there’s Sandy Bullock,
    With Oscar in tow.
    Bet Keanu now feels,
    Blindsided, ya know?

    And faster than Na’vi,
    The celebrities came.

    And fans whistled and shouted,
    And called them by name.

    There’s Clooney and Winslet,
    Matt Damon and Ben.
    And there’s little Precious,
    Making eyes at Sean Penn.

    And poor Tarantino,
    Minus Brad Pitt.
    With his Inglorious Bastards,
    In a funk he did sit.

    So here’s to the movies,
    That made lots of money.
      Too bad Alec & Steve,
    Really weren’t all that funny.


    So yesterday I walked to the grocery store before leaving for my Oscar party, and they even had a red carpet out. LOL.


    Only in West Hollywood, LOL

    Then I swung by the Pacific Design Center to see them setting up for Elton John’s party:

     

    I made it home right before the rain started.  It only rained for about 10 minutes and then the sky was beautiful again.  On the way to my Oscar party, I got stuck in traffic, but enjoyed the sunset.

     


    Stuck in traffic trying to make it in time for Neil Patrik’s awesome opening

    I won the pool for the third year in a row! This year the purse was $120! I only missed two categories, and they were both short features. After I got home, Jay and I went to Millions of Milkshakes and walked over to take a look at the Elton John Party. The police made people stay so far away that you couldn’t really see much. One of the paparazzi told us when Kate Winslet came out, but we soon left. When I got home, I walked a block up the street to the Vanity Fair party. It’s right in front of the dog park where I take Chazz. Again, the police were kind of being dicks, so I just snapped a few shots with my little camera and walked home. I got to see Sandra Bullock hold up her Oscar, so I was happy.  Until next year…Happy Oscars!


    I bumped into Mr. & Mrs. Samuel L. Jackson on my walk home.


    Best of the rest, starring Sigourney Weaver, Kate Winslet, Sandra Bullock’s shadow, Katie Perry,
    Russel Brand, Rachel McAdams, Jennifer Lopez, Mark Anthony and Gerard Butler.

    In case you missed it, Jimmy Kimmel’s latest Oscar night video, “A Meeting of the Handsome Men’s Club” was pretty epic:

  • A New Era Begins – The Color Purple & Fake Abs

    I’m out of town on a business trip until March 2nd, but before I left this morning, my new camera was delivered!  My old Canon SD850 has been very very good to me.  It’s been through a lot and still takes great pics (as you can see below) but you may have noticed the big scratch on the lens these past few weeks.  I’ve tried to crop it out of most of the photos, but the camera was on its last leg.  This is my new camera:

    Because of the sheer amount of photos I take, (I took over 450,000 with my SD850), I needed a lightweight, powerful pocket camera with a big screen and Canon’s vivid colors.  I chose the brand new Canon PowerShot SD3500 IS.  It’s got a touch screen for all of the controls and some neat features like a fisheye lens setting and a “wink or smile controlled” self timer.  I toll this photo by winking:


    Me in my hotel room tonight…first picture with new camera…taken with a fisheye setting and a wink!

    We had a great weekend.  Friday night we went to see The Color Purple starring Fantasia.  I wasn’t expecting to like her performance as much as I did, especially in light of all her bad press.  But I must say, she did a great job in the role of Celie.  All of the performances were strong in fact, and we really enjoyed the show.  The Color Purple has always been both Claudio’s and my favorite movie of all time, so I’m glad we got to see it together.

    Saturday we took Chazz on a hike and it marked the first time I completed the whole loop of Runyon Canyon.  I was proud of myself, though Claudio & Chazz could run it 3 times over!  It was a gorgeous day:

    Later,  we headed downtown to see an art exhibit by Ryan’s best friend, up and coming artist Keasha Mendez (of Tila Tequila fame), who showed off her remarkable art work against the stunning backdrop of downtown Los Angeles at sunset. If anyone is interested in purchasing one of these pieces, let me know, and I’ll get you in touch with Keasha.

    One of her paintings is actually called “Claudio’s Abs”.  I wonder if she knew they were fake when she painted them?  It’s amazing what plastic surgeons can do these days!!

    Well, the wi-fi connection in this hotel sucks, so I’m going to go read about how to use my new camera.  I may not be able to read your blogs for a while.  I’ll be pretty busy for the next week or so.  Have a good week everyone!

  • Road Rage and Roger Ebert

    What follows, are two completely unrelated stories that are ultimately about hope and inspiration:

    I would like everyone to grab a box of tissues and read this story.  I want you to think about it the next time you get angry while driving.  I know I will.  I’m an admittedly terrible driver, and have been guilty of road rage many times.  I’ve been working on driving more calmly for several years, but living in Los Angeles, relapses are easy.  I hope that the memory of what happened to this family and their little boy will forever stay with me when I’m behind the wheel. Life is indeed too short.

    When a porn star and a college student driving through the San Fernando Valley fell into conflict, a Bangladeshi American family suffered the consequences

    Los Angeles magazine, February 2010

    On the Internet you can watch a four-minute video clip of Ayman Arif dancing. The venue is a bedroom in his Northridge home; his stage, a comforter patterned with sunflowers. Taking his cues from a Bollywood spectacular playing on the television, the four-year-old Bangladeshi American boy wriggles, twirls, and bounds. On his bare chest he wears the pink string sash of the Brahman jester he is pretending to be. His mop of brown hair gives way to a wide forehead, and his dark brown eyes are bright with fire as he sings along to the Bengali-language soundtrack. One moment he’s wagging a stern finger, the next he’s clasping his hands to his heart or pumping an outstretched palm toward the heavens.  

    On Tuesday, October 9, 2007, some ten months after her son’s impromptu performance made it onto YouTube, Syeda Arif was readying her family for the Muslim holiday of Eid al-Fitr—three days of gift giving, party hopping,overeating, and prayer to conclude the fast of Ramadan. At 30, Syeda was petite, with almond-shaped eyes and a husky laugh. She and her husband, Amir, lived in a Bangladeshi enclave in the northwest San Fernando Valley. Her father had been twice nominated to the Bangladeshi parliament, and Amir liked to say that she made friends with the ease of a born politician.

    Around noon in the gathering heat of the day, Syeda buckled her two-month-old daughter, Ikra, into the car seat in her Honda Civic and drove to the home of Romey Islam, one of her best friends. The Islams lived in a modest gray ranch house on Sherman Way near Van Nuys Airport. Its soundproof front windows looked out onto a six-lane river of crosstown traffic that, like the row of palm trees lining the sidewalk, continued as far as the eye could follow. Read more…


    And keeping in the vain of “life’s too short”, here’s another article I highly recommend taking the time to read.  It’s an inspiring look at Roger Ebert, perhaps the best known film critic in America.  Those of you in other countries have probably never heard of him, but I’ve always had a special affinity for Mr. Ebert.  He was a fixture in Chicago where I grew up, and his movie reviews with Gene Siskel and patented “thumbs up or down” are legendary.  Five years ago, when the movie “Rent” came out, I was very excited.  Any regular reader of this space knows that seeing the musical “Rent” in 1996 was a seminal event in my life.  I went on to see the show 15 times in 15 different countries!  While I was a bit underwhelmed by the transition from stage to screen; subsequent viewings of the movie made me appreciate it more.  Upon realizing this, I wrote to Mr. Ebert to take issue with a few of the comments he made in his review of the film.  Imagine my surprise the next day, when I got a personal response from Roger Ebert from his personal email address; and he actually agreed with me!  I thought that was a very classy thing for him to do.  At the time, I had no idea of the huge medical ordeals he was facing.  I read this article last night and it brought tears to my eyes. Roger Ebert is a class act. This is the story of a life well lived and it’s worth your time. 

    February 16, 2010, 7:01 AM

    Roger Ebert: The Essential Man

    It has been nearly four years since Roger Ebert lost his lower jaw and his ability to speak. Now television’s most famous movie critic is rarely seen and never heard, but his words have never stopped.  Read more…

    PLUS: Have You Seen All of the Essential Movies?

    By Chris Jones




    It was a very busy weekend at The Hotel Careyfornia, filled with many of my blog’s namesakes, primarily dogs (4), kids (3), and sunsets (2).  Thankfully, there was little mention of Sarah Palin and her redneck teleprompter!  Friday, Seth and Hannah came by with Garbo & Ruby.  On Saturday, David & Rebecca came with the two girls and Chanel the dog (just like last Valentine’s Day, when I went to Gay Traffic School!).  Despite snow in 49 of the 50 United States, it was 75° (24° C) in L.A. and we hiked up to the “new” Hollywood sign.  It’s been covered by conservationists temporarily to prevent land development at one of the last untouched parts of Los Angeles. After a quick trip to Millions of Milkshakes, we headed to The Getty Center for sunset (it’s free after 5:00 on Saturdays!).   We capped the night off celebrating the Lunar New Year with delicious Thai food.  Sunday, Claudio, Ryan, Omar & Chazz came to dance the Valentine’s night away at Avalon.  Tonight, Tyson (who took time out of his busy TV appearance schedule), met me and Chazz for dinner at Hollywood & Highland.  I’m exhausted.  Is it the weekend yet??


    Hannah & Seth dropped by with Garbo & Ruby


    The Hollywood Sign has been covered by conservationists


    Rebecca & Nicole at The Getty


    One of the best places in LA to watch the sun set


    Looking south towards downtown and Long Beach


    My future sister in law and nieces!


    Gorgeous travertine marble


    Chazz overlooking Hollywood Blvd.


    The El Capitan Theater – home of Jimmy Kimmel


    Night falls on Hollywood Blvd. with downtown Los Angeles in the distance


    The Hollywood & Highland complex, adjacent to The Kodak Theater, home of the Oscars


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  • Cheesy Food Porn and a Daring Rescue

      
    A week of rare stormy weather was capped off by a beautiful sunny weekend full of friends, flowers and food (porn).  Picasa tells me I took 224 photos this week.  Here are a few of them:


    More storm photos here and here


    Before & After


    It ain’t Jesus, (Cheesus?) but Ebay anyone??  Make me an offer I can’t refuse and I’ll sell you my Cheenis


    A surprise mid week lunch visit from the family!


    This sunset was like a painting!


    Nothing like Grandma’s spaghetti on a rainy day!


    This was the cloud that spawned hail and downpours downtown as you can see


    January showers bring…January flowers


    The rain cleared away the smog and left snow capped mountains over Hollywood


    Owen with downtown Los Angeles as a backdrop


    Shopping at The Grove with Owen


    Hooray for Hollywood!


    Sunset tonight from my roof


    To prove the clouds weren’t Photoshopped, here’s a short video of the last storm

    I’ve been dog-sitting for Buster & Roxy all week.  I have them until Thursday, when I leave for the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah.  The poor dogs had cabin fever this week with all the rain, but they got cured of that really quickly after seeing this riveting rescue of a dog trapped in the swollen Los Angeles River this week:

     
    The dog’s owners still haven’t been found.  Maybe I should adopt him and get Chazz a playmate?’
    This was really quite an amazing thing to watch.  The poor dog was so scared and the firefighter was so brave.

  • Christmas Eve in the Emergency Room (Twice!)


    T’was the night before Christmas, and down in the kitchen.
    Little Andy was running, soon his head would need stitchin’.
    The stockings were hung by the chimney with nails,
    In hopes that dog Sadie would not them inhale.
    Cole & Tressa were bundled all snug in their beds,
    While Lulu was hurling and needing some meds.
    So off to the hospital again we did race,
    And we whistled and shouted and picked up the pace.
    Dear Tommy and Andy and Tressa and Cole,
    We hope you like Christmas…it sure takes a toll!

    With apologies to Clement C. Moore

    Well, boys will be boys, and this afternoon while 5 year old Andy was running around playing with all of his cousins, he slipped and hit his forehead on the edge of a chair.  It was a pretty deep cut, but luckily very straight.  He took his 10 stitches like a trooper, and was back home in time for a traditional Italian Christmas Eve dinner with pasta, turkey, ham, mashed potatoes and lots of other delicious food.  After the gift exchange, we headed back to Dar’s to await the kids in the morning for even more presents.  As soon as we got home, Grandma got very sick to her stomach and was throwing up for an hour.  (No, she didn’t get run over by a reindeer!)  So, back to the emergency room!  I wonder if they have a 2 for 1 special?  She’s currently on an IV now to help with her nausea and replenish her fluids.  Still waiting for a doctor.  It’s going to be a long night!  Merry Christmas everyone!

    UPDATE:  Grandma was released from the hospital late on Christmas Day.  I drove her to Dar’s house so she could open her presents and see the kids, and then drove her back home for some much needed rest in her own bed.  She’s still weak, but on the mend.  Thanks to everyone for their concern!  She must be feeling a little better, because when she heard my poem she rolled her eyes and gave me the raised eyebrow!

    UPDATE II:  I have come down with the stomach flu, as have 8 of my cousins.  We’ve all been puking our guts out the past two days.  It truly was the gift that kept on giving this Christmas.  I hope to be all better by Wednesday when I head up to Pacifica for our annual GLY NYE


    What a brave little guy he was!


    I always marvel at the Hollywood sign on a clear day.  Even though it took me 2 1/2 hours to drive the 60 miles to my cousin’s house, I listened to Christmas Carols and was in a good mood.


    I took this from my sunroof going 70 mph down the 5 freeway.  This is just past Disneyland.


    As I pulled onto Jennifer’s street, this is what I saw


    Kenny, Tressa and Tommy


    No Italian Christmas is complete without pasta and meatballs!


    Before Grandma got sick :(


    The kid’s table!


    Apparently he didn’t get his two front teeth for Christmas…but he does look like Harry Potter now!


    T’was the night before Christmas…


    Buster, the one eyed horndog and Roxy…waiting for Santa


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  • Snow in Hollywood?! – How the Grinch Stole Garbo & Ruby

    The Hollywood Christmas Parade isn’t quite the caliber of Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, but it’s been a tradition here since 1928.  It features extremely D-List celebrities like Susan Lucci, Lorenzo Lamas, Lee Majors and the minor castmembers of Glee, The Office and a slew of soap operas.  Add some assorted marching bands, balloons, floats and Santa Claus with fake snow on a red carpet and well, you get the idea. 

    The temperature in L.A. yesterday afternoon was a balmy 80° F (27° C).  By the time the parade started at 6 PM, it had dropped to a bone chilling, wintry 65° F (18° C).  I’m dog sitting for Garbo & Ruby this week, so we headed to the parade route to meet my aunt and cousins who were dressed like they were at the North Pole!  We enjoyed ourselves, but the real fun came after the parade as I was walking home.  I sneaked on to the red carpet and let the dogs play in the “snow” in front of the Kodak Theater.  They had a blast:


    When I posted this picture on Twitter, Jin said it was Sarah Palin without her makeup!


    Making “snowballs”


    Garbo & Ruby in the middle of Hollywood Blvd.


    This is my favorite


    Kids act the same way in fake snow as they do in real snow


    A Tinseltown Blizzard


    Oh the weather outside is frightful


    Southern California’s version of a snow angel


    Ruby & Garbo’s Christmas Card


    Emily with The Cat in the Hat


    Crazy reindeer games


    Waiting for the parade to kick off


    I’m usually the cold one in the family!


    The crazy Scientologists sure put on a good Christmas display


    The site of the Oscars


    Grauman’s famous Chinese Theater, before the parade


    Best of the rest…