I learned my lesson from last year. I chose to stay in this year to start 2005. And anyway, I’m curious to see how Regis will fare in Dick’s stead. I interviewed Mr. Clark once, you know. He really did look about 38, but his hands didn’t.
Jose said that I should also do a "Worst Of" for contrast. I thought about that, and decided that I didn't want that list memorialized. It's in my head somewhere. Those things happened and for better or for worse, left their impression. And I don't even want my wicked mind going through the selection process.
A new look for a new year. And look, Alex, comments!
Nashville, Tennessee. I got to see my very first plantation after 11 years of anticipation. I saw the rolling green hills and listened to country music the whole time (frankly, I had no choice). I ate fried chicken pretty much every day. Hip hop and dirrrty South! And I had a couple of nice escorts.
San Francisco, California (twice). What I will never forget is that amazing Thai restaurant down by Union Square. And almost panhandling in Berkeley, for some reason I do not forget.
Portland, Oregon. I was a repeat offender. But everything there drew me like a moth to a flame – greenery, serenity, roses, everything I never knew I liked.
Moot Court. Attending a banquet where both Justice Scalia was present and I had on great Prada heels. And whiling away the down time with Paige and Mel, with whom I started it all.
Third Avenue. The last year in San Diego with Bread et Cie, Saffron, Bombay, Rags, Extraordinary Desserts, and Tandoor. Unfettered freedom, an incomparable time.
L&R on First Avenue. Everything I learned was invaluable, and in the end I was so grateful for finding goodness in the most unlikely of professions.
My surprise birthday party! One of the best and most perfect nights.
Getting the hell out of law school. Oh yeah, I cried up there as I picked up my J.D. And then we all had Japanese buffet somewhere where I picked up a shitload of fancy gifts. Too bad law school didn’t refine me none.
San Diego friendship and family. The best group of people in the world.
BEC and Associates. What a character.
”Distraction”. Confucius say, “Just when girl think girl hit rock bottom, girl go and win car somewhere.”
Karaoke Champ!. So hokey that it merits mentioning.
Cirrus. Together at least 18 hours a day for 3 months, with the Bar and pilates and Let’s Go and dim sum and Indian food and sinful chocolate indulgence, la bella originale.
Po. Parallel lives since August 2001, and never more than an impromptu phone call or instant message away.
Tracy. Whose joyfulness is infectious, whose support is empowering.
Jose. You’re back, and it’s like you never left, and you make the days better. And you drive stick.
The (Now Annual) Holiday Party. Best cast of characters and lasting warmth.
Dozer. With me.
Los Angeles, California. Thank you for having me back.
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