Los Angeles is on fire again; the TV coverage is pretty awesome, and the view from my office window of smoke pouring out of Malibu is something to see, particularly around sunset. It’s probably a bit callous to get any sort of enjoyment out of watching natural disasters, but quotes like the following make it tough to have too much sympathy for people fleeing multi-million dollar homes:
“We’re all scared to death and we have nowhere to go,” Susan Nuttall, 51, told The Associated Press as she sat in her black Mercedes in a cul-de-sac after fleeing her condominium near the Pepperdine campus. She was wearing a bathrobe and holding her Chihuahua.
In other news, the Goob and I made a trip to the Hollywood Bowl a couple of weeks ago to see Mr. Dave Matthews and his fine band put on a show. Kabobs from Daphne’s and satays from Thai Dishes started the evening out properly, and it only got better as Dave brought out guests including a rocker on the banjo (the dude played hard), Jon Mayer, and finally Steven and Damian Marley. Quote of the night:
Me (while washing my hands in the bathroom): “Dude, I reek of pot and beer…”
Random guy two sinks down: “That’s awesome man! Everyone reeks of pot and beer!”
