Ah, who doesn't love a bloggerly meet-up? I don't doesn't. Which is to say, I love such a thing. Tonight, the Feral Mom (am too lazy to link—she's accessible from the "bloggers I've met" blogroll) hauled her station wagoning self to North Hollywood/Studio City to rescue me from the hotel and take me out to dinner. She found a neighborhood bar/restaurant that had zero beautiful Hollywood types, dingy lighting, no smoking (oh, California, you seductive slut, with your non-smoking law in bars, you make me yearn for the day, less than two months off, when I can pub-crawl in Chicago without getting cigarette-stanky), and decent food. I had two Newcastles, and you know (or maybe you don't) that I am a total lightweight. I also had half a complimentary shot of homemade peach vodka (can you say "cough syrup"?) but could not bring myself to finish it.
Anyway, Her Feralness and I had a lovely time. We talked about parenting (hey, if you have trouble getting your kid to sleep at the right time and for long enough, check out Mary Sheedy Kurcinka's book, Sleepless in America. It saved my sanity, improved my kid's behavior and school performance—yo, I am evangelical about this book. Really. Have also recommended it to Bitch Ph.D. and Tertia of So Close, also in the blogrolls. I don't think I've blogged about the book, but I certainly meant to. Completely empathetic approach, with empathy towards both the parent and the kid.), dissertations (well, Feral's working on one—I haven't done the academia thing since college), parent-at-playground revelations, her famous Franma, world media domination, and general shooting-the-shit topics.
It is always a treat to hang out with a blogular friend who, in the flesh, is just like a real human friend and not just words on a screen. Feral? Is awesome. Alas, she did not take me to her Trader Joe's store, where the cashiers and baggers apparently are all horny. L.A. is just too sprawled out for it to be convenient to do that. Feral is a driving champ! She drove 45 minutes just to pick me up and go two miles away for dinner. So sweet!
Tomorrow, this Bitch B.A. will commune with Bitch Ph.D. and her Pseudonymous Kid. Haven't seen them since the summer of 2006! We are overdue. I have no idea what we will be doing. Something about a shop near Echo Park, maybe? I'm game. I didn't come to California to go to Disneyland and take a bus tour of the stars' homes, after all.
Oh, I didn't mention this trip at all, did I? Yeah, I'm gonna be taping the crosswords game show on Monday, so I'm in L.A. this weekend.
So I'm here for the game show, and came in a day early so I'd have a chance to see my bloggin' friends in person on their new(ish) home turf.
A week ago, I think, the high temps were in the low 80s. This weekend? Low 60s. Sigh. Still better than the seasonably Novemberish weather than Chicago's been having, though, so I will take it. It'll be nice not to be deciding between the fall jacket and the winter coat, and do I need gloves. No, in Californ-eye-A, one does not need gloves.
I don't know if all game shows are like this or not, but do you know what the rules are for the taping day? No use of cellphones, no laptops. Can you imagine? I can't help but think that prison rules are more lax than that, though I may be mistaken. After a long day at the studio and a long flight home, I will be exhausted—and woefully behind on my blog-reading addiction. All right, so really, I'll be missing less than 48 hours. I can catch up. But it feels so...foreign. And deprived.
Gawd, am I whining about the rigors of going on TV? Apparently it is all going to my head. But what doesn't really?
While I'm here, a brief Ben update: Mah boy done made the honor roll! (Yes, it's second grade. I know.) Report cards came out on Thursday, and he had all As and Bs (well, there was a B– in there). And also perfect attendance! Quick. Let me find something wooden to knock on and be all superstitious. Somehow he wasn't sick all quarter. I think this is the first time he hasn't missed any school in a quarter.
There. Are you falling asleep now? Because I am. G'night!
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6 comments:
Ben gets grades? My daughter's school doesn't do grades yet, let alone honor roll. Ah, geographical differences. I don't care so much about whether or not she gets grades, but they're not allowed to use all the categories they do have for some reason I don't at all understand.
And thanks for the book rec - I often end up talking with patients about sleep issues with their kids and more resources are always nice. Hope you kick butt on the show.
It was lovely, as always, to see you. And it's not every friend who, knowing your poo issues, greets your return trip from a public restroom with a concerned "how did it go?"
Break a leg tomorrow! I'm certain you'll be awesome. My word verification is "xuzem!" which sound like a crossword champion's rallying cry, if there ever was one.
Cool! I had no idea there even is a crossword television show (because unless a puck or a ball is involved, or really fast little cars, I'm probably not watching it), but go you! We'll be waiting for a report.
When does the show air. I love that show and I want to see how well you did.
Sally
Show? What? I need details.
And yeah...we're in 3rd grade and still with the Es and the Ss and the Us and all.
Have fun with Dr. B! Diss Peeps for me!
Merv Griffin's Crosswords. There's a link there to find out when and where the show airs in your town. My episode should air in two to three months, and I'll get about two weeks' notice so I can tell everyone I've ever had the slightest contact with to watch me on TV.
PK, I did not get your note in time to diss Peeps to Dr. B's face. But I do loathe Peeps, yes, I do.
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