america’s sweetheart flew in to town under the cover of darkness,
hopped in a two seat Beemer and drove from the wessside to hollywood in the middle of rush hour
to chill with your boy because he has an early bedtime these days.
the pictures dont do justice, but she looks better than ever, has a plan for world domination
and, like me, probably wont be at sxsw this year so this little visit was priceless
its funny that every time she says something i say oh so i guess you’ll be moving to cali then
and she’s all no it looks like nyc is even better than ever.
i guess we had our chance with glenda in cali way back when she was living in frisco
and sadly frisco didnt give her everything that she deserved.
but the other night hollywood did provide her with a nice steak,
some hipsters, a taste of whiskey and of course the company of the busblog.
you always learn things when you’re with glenda.
the other night i learned
a) my living room Clapper was worthless
b) i need to write a book called Ignore your Navigation when you drive in Rush Hour in LA
c) my secret blog idea needs to be totally rethought.
she invited me to a party on saturday but i really need to go to my lawyers tree trimming
i hope she forgives me