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So let's see: had Helen from Pico Place, who is a complete riot and insightful, and brought croissants and her visiting guest over for brunch Saturday, took them to Jay's in 404 to celebrate his 73d with gingerbread and unsweetened whipped cream, where we ended up to see the new kitten in 401, zoomed to Sherman Oaks at 6 to have dinner with e_ticket and everyone at the local Italian where all I did is just pick from people's plates because I had eaten so much all day -- seriously best gnocchi ever, best ravioli ever -- ended up at a garden party deep in the Valley writing captions to postcards other people had made which we would send to random addresses which was only one of the many art project tables where all these designers and writers and theater directors and ride makers were mingling, got asked if I was FJ!! from soc.motss, picked random images so Matt could make collages around them, drove home.

Had brunch this morning with Chuck at Tiara cafe to do some processing of the job experience, went swimming at the Golds to deal with all of yesterday's carbs, had zombietruckstop and mattycub over to show them Downtown living, ended up depressed after seeing the Market Lofts and what kinds of finishes, locations, and amenities they have for comparable price to mine (pendulum swing to me staying in LA), ate with them at the Ralph's, gossiped in FIDMs park, showed them other developments, and am now dead tired.

And not hating Sunday night, as I usually do: I get to stay home tomorrow, nyah nyah nyah.