Mike flew in from the Coast
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Isn't that how all those Hollywood types talk? "I just flew in from the Coast." As if there was only one.
He arrived late last night and I picked him up at BWI. So now I have both of my youngest sons here. We sat around this evening watching his choice of TV ... a documentary about Beyonce ... and eating Patrick's homemade bread.
I must admit, I ate too much of it. It is soooo good. That Patrick is a chip off the old block. The first week of April, Patrick and I will be driving to LA with a load of surplus furniture from storage for Mike. While I am there, I am going to run the Hollywood Half down Hollywood Blvd. Mike claims that he is running so I invited him to join me.
"How far is a half?"
"Without a car? In California?"
That's the idea.
"And who's gonna be chasing you. 'Cuz that the only reason why I would run 13 miles."
All them young movie starlets.
Have you ever seen someone pass an entire grilled cheese sandwich through his nose?
Did I say something funny?