Well, last I saw, L.A. was still standing, despite the debauchery in Echo Park to mourn the semi-departure of Ken Layne. Layne, in case you missed it, is moving to Reno. But he’s not really moving to Reno. It’s more like he’s going to have one of the longest commutes of any L.A. worker. At least if his evil schemes to change the face of American Journalism come to pass.
There were a lot of people at this soiree whom I didn’t know, so I confined my picture taking, mostly, to people I did know.
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![]() Steve, who plays some instrument or other in the band Tsar, which seems to be particularly popular with bloggers, mixes your photographer another drink. A strawberry and banana daiquiri. That drink was proceeded by some communist/cuba concoction that Welch forced me to drink. It was quite tasty, but when I began to think kind thoughts about Castro, I thought I better switch beverages. |
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