Fabulous drive down to L.A. and back. A great turnout at Skylight Books on Friday night, a wonderful diversity of fans, plus a nice welcoming from friends. Tony Millionaire came by to say hi, as did Phil and the creative team from Bob's Burgers.
We stopped by Secret Headquarters on the way to the event, a cool comic shop in hip Silverlake. Unfortunately, Dave was not there to greet us, at least Paul got to sign the one copy they had of his book (they should definitely order more, the book is selling like hotcakes).
E & V and I met at the infamous Dresden before the event, a bar with rich history and thick
with atmosphere.
After P's great talk, we had oysters, moulles frittes, a bottle of wine and cocktails out on the sidewalk of Figaro Cafe in sweet Los Feliz, under a
perfectly warm heatlamp.
We checked out the Tim Burton show at LACMA. Interesting to see the arc of his career from age 17 until now, though I'm convinced he's more of an idea man with a distinct aesthetic, than an artist.
We had a lovely time in Lafayette Park, plus an overnight in Santa Monica with my dear R. She gave me a tarot reading of a lifetime: life purpose is nigh! The cycle of completion is afoot!
We listened to all but the last 30 minutes of Peter Carey's Theft: A Love Story on the drive along golden I-5.
Today we relived an old custom of stopping in Gorman for lunch at Los Pinos for great local Mexican food.
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