I said I was gonna give ya pitchers, didn’t I? Well, then shut your piehole and look at these gosh darn pitchers for cryin’ out loud. I mean I took the time to carry not one, but two disposable cameras with me, in addition to my awesome cellphone camera, so the least you can do is look at them for gosh sakes. Geesh.
Ah, just another trip to Bally Total Fitness where I came across my favorite recumbent bike ridin’ black man wearing the thickest and fanciest cardio necklace. Ever.
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When it comes to eatin’ sammiches and deli type food in LA, I’ve had a bit of success at being able to belly up to some area tables and devour some tasty eats. In no particular order, I can say I’ve enjoyed my time spent at Canter’s Deli (a little pricey, but always good – potato pancake is top-notch), Bay Cities Deli (the Mother is my personal fave, but I think that’s what most folks go with – bumped into Cheech Marin here once when I was on a lunch run as a PA – pretty sure he was NOT stoned), Junior’s (close to my house – once sat in a booth across from Ernie Hudson and listened to him deliver sage advice to a young fella who’d just recently landed in LA via the same hometown as Ern – Benton Harbor, MI. Any guy who’s got the range to go from playing the Heckler in “The Jazz Singer” to being cast in “Bosom Buddies” to busting ghosts with Bill Murray and Harold Ramis to running the Oswald Maximum Security Correctional Facility: Level Four – Emerald City, is gonna get my undivided attention, for sure), or Costello’s (burger joint owned by Asians I believe – who woulda thought the Ancient Chinese Secret applied to dry cleaning AND ground beef? It’s the double broiler they say – also got the best effin’ potato salad. A nice Wall of Fame with a couple of sweet black and white photos of Angie Dickinson and Clint Eastwood too).
Well, one place I had not been to yet was a spot in Beverly Hills called Nate ‘n Al’s. So on Sunday, February 8th, I headed over there and got my eat on. I was not to be disappointed because upon opening their huge menu, I came across one of my favorite things to consume. Yoo-Hoo. Yep, that kinda like milk, but it’s not really milk cause you don’t have to keep it refrigerated which is kinda weird, but I love it nonetheless, drink. It’s gotta be the whey.
On Friday, a couple days before this deli run, I discovered the best pizza joint in all of LA. Seriously. Not only does it beat Domino’s and Father Juan’s, but not even Pizza Hut and their Queen Latifah promoted P’Zones can top this place. My good friend Brian, of the bad tattoo post Brian and the Bridge Club Beatdown 2009 , knew of my desire to have some awesome pizza before beginning round two of my dieting so he told me of this place and accompanied me on this little voyage. I was too focused on devouring my pie to even bother with photos, but suffice to say if you like a thinner NY style crust and enjoy your toppings a plenty, then this is the place for you. Oh, 4 slices. Destroyed. And two Diet Cokes. Hey, gotta cut calories somewhere, right?
During the day leading up to this glorious pizza parlor trip, I worked one last time on the Talkshow with Spike Feresten as the Lady Head character. The wardrobe stylist was kind enough to snap a few shitty photos with my camera phone so I thought I’d share those with you right now. Start lookin’ at ’em. NOW!
The final edited sketch aired this past Saturday night. Here’s a link, in case you were busy with your Valentine that eve, and missed it.
Okay, a couple things: 1) Yes, the Mom jeans are mine. Levi’s – Easy Fit – size 46. and 2) My man mammaries were enhanced. Silicone inserts – lots of really sticky tape – and a little Movie Magic. Looking good. Feeling good. Welcome to Hollywood.
Two Saturday nights ago, following my friend Brian’s Krav Maga fight at the Santa Monica’s Women’s Club where he fought his heart out, but unfortunately lost to a heavier and more seasoned opponent, we headed over to Main Street in Santa Monica and did a little drinkin’.
I got a haircut on Sunday (the one a couple days ago) and it’s always good times at Reeder’s Barbershop. This day was no exception, as we conducted a little photo shoot around the shop.
I tell ya. Some days I wish I could just go back to those years in the late 80s, when I entrusted my hair to a barber named Jerry Mesbarger at The Hair Shoppe, and get the ole flat top again. Man, was that a solid look or what? I had the ladies beggin’, flat out beggin’.