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Went to the Abbey to meet my old Bowl-friend Kristin.

We reminisced about long-distance drunk dialing each other to belt out showtunes, smoking weed in the parking lot of the Cerritos Performing Arts Center before a Liza Minnelli concert, and caught up on the past and made future plans.

I stopped in the remodeled West Hollywood Pavilions to pick up some produce, cruise the hotties, and then headed back over the hill to barbecue with Lucy and her boyfriend and my best friend Debra.

Wonderful, mellow night, eating in the backyard with music playing and wine. Lucy scurried about serving us on hand and foot, so happy to have three of the most important people in her life, bonding. Got a little tipsy and held court after dinner, sitting away from the table to smoke, on a stool at the barbecue counter, and let myself be goaded into delivering the (famous?) Carol Channing story where she calls Betty White “a cunt.”

Everyone left, and I started to feel a little of the LA isolation. It was a gorgeous night out, my background vocal pop playlist was still shuffling away, but I wanted company without having to drunk drive. Posted a facebook status saying I wanted someone to come over, but nothing worked. Pulled out my brother’s bong for some herbal inducement to just enjoy the evening and it worked – me and Sammy chilling under the stars.