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You're in the Jungle Baby! (The Secret Word for Today is Pirate Hug. Arr!)  
Saturday we went out to Paradise Cove for brunch and beaching. On the way I saw more of Beverly Hills and Malibu. We brought our swimsuits...that was pure folly. The night before Kevin had offered to teach me to surf, but warned that the water would still be freezing. Next time, I hope. Learning to surf would be awesome, but I'd like to leave California with all my extremities.


We're on the gorgeous beach and we're very cold.


We're just chillin' on a rock. Like people do.


See we really did eat brunch.


The pictures prove it. Although I guess there's no eating in these pictures. Or food.

We had to get back so Alexis could make it to a reading and then to work. There was napping and laundry. No good pictures there.

You remember that Friday night we went to Mr. Chow. Saturday night Bina took me to In-N-Out burger. That's how we roll.

I had seen on myspace that Brently Heilbron had a show when I would be in LA. Brently and friends reenact Trapped in a Closet at M Bar (this article refers to an earlier performance). I haven't seen Brent in years, but in my memory he's a gloriously hilarious genius. I thought maybe we'd run into some Austin folks there. I had no idea.


I never really knew Alex, but I knew people who knew Alex and loved him. I said hello to Rebecca and she said "You ran a marathon!" And that, my friends, is the power of the internet. Or of Pamie.


Jerod in the flesh.





Heath came by, obviously (see pictures above). We went to Alexis' bar where supposedly a CAA party was in swing.


While we were drinking free cake shots and other terrible things, Jamison had arrived at M Bar looking for us. He proceeded with Kevin and Jerod to a tiki 60's theme party off of Melrose.

Now it has been said that we had no idea whose party this was. That isn't entirely true. It was Paris' party. Not that Paris. No, not that one either. He was in a fuzzy hat though. And I know how we ended up there...the house was going to be a location for Weeds the following week and also there were boys from Texarkana there. Obviously.

Also, I met my first USC fan in LA who wanted to talk about football.

It has also been said that the party was seedy. Well, there might have been vomit in the sink. But it wasn't my vomit, or the vomit of anyone we know. Ah, City of Angels.

We did bring the guy with the mustache though.



The red tent photos. They're wearing clothes. I promise.






Where are the eyes of TJ Eckleburg? Also we're retarded. And I'm a muppet. Mahna mahna.

We all finally tired of taking picture of ourselves and retired to the apartment where Heath regaled us with stories of "Jack" and "Tom" and "Jim". There was an attempt to convince me to move to LA. For some god awful reason there was more drinking. When I saw the sun I found Bina's bed and went to sleep.

A few hours later I spoke to Eric on the phone.

"So what do you think?" he said.

"I sort of hate L.A. but I'm having a fantastic time."

posted by Maxwell at 11:02 AM