Finally having a moment to sit with a cup of coffee and jot down the events of the whirlwind birthday week. A few weeks ago I did some graphic work for chef Govind Armstrong and I requested that what I wanted in payment was dinner for two at his restaurant Table 8. Cashed in on it Tuesday night. Hardy har har, our liquor and water bill equaled the gratis food bill. But the food and wine were excellent and the place was packed. Govind stopped by the table and talked about his upcoming book and new South Beach restaurant and I could feel the eyes of the room upon him.
The next day it was David's birthday and his dinner choice was Vitello's for a plate of Robert Blake pasta. Seriously. He had the Robert Blake. It's actually the most interesting combination of ingredients including spinach and garlic, unlike the Garry Marshall which just sounds disgusting. After, we stopped in at Barsac for a nightcap with Robert Forster. Okay, not with but amongst. He was seated right behind the bar with a group of boisterous fellows including an ancient old chap who secretly paid for the group's meal. Probably been Robert's agent for a lifetime.
Thursday night we cashed in on one of my presents to David and we spent the evening at the Geffen Playhouse watching Laurie Metcalf and Neil Patrick Harris kick ass in Arthur Miller's All My Son's. In three weeks we will be attending the Ahmanson to see Black Rider. In between I think we will rest. Oh - well, except for the trip to the Bay area for four days. That might age us a little in the process. All in all, this week, which started out pretty crappy, was pretty pip. Might be a good weekend to sit in a theater for 2 1/2 hours deciphering the code.
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