i just got an email from a friend of mine in manhattan.
apparently it’s snowing and raining in new york.
meanwhile i was just standing on the balcony of my hotel in l.a. in the sun. wearing a robe.
there is something to be said for cloudless and warm winter days in southern california.
and i went to dinner at a friends house up in the hollywood hills last night.
and i thought to myself, ‘self, this is nice, but what do these people do when it snows? these roads must be really treacherous when it’s snowy and icey.’ and then i said to myself, ‘self, you’re a blithering idiot, and you’ve spent too much time in cold places. this is southern california. people here have to worry about lots of things, but snow and icey roads are not among them.’
which is good for the people who live here.
navigating mulholland drive is tricky even without snow and ice. but if the roads in the hills were snowy and/or icey, whoo-boy, there’d be humvee’s and bmw’s piled up everywhere, with people on their phones to their agents, ‘i distinctively did not request snow and ice on my weather rider today. you’re fired, marty! wait, do you think we could get some good p.r out of this, you know, like a whole “”shackelton/donner pass”” sort of thing?’
and in an effort to further destroy and/or eliminate whatever tattered bits of street-cred i might have floating around, i have to announce that i played tennis after dinner last night.
i love tennis, even if i’m not very good at it. but fugazi love tennis, too, and it hasn’t hurt their street-cred.
is tennis the new hip and trendy extreme sport? extreme tennis would be fun. maybe you could play tennis and get chased around by hyenas on motorcycles.
moby
