It was a perfect Los Angeles night. I did a show that ended on a high, beautiful note. We drove around afterward in the sensuous Hollywood evening perfumed by night jasmine with the top of the Jag down to fetch a sinfully melty philly chicken cheese steak sandwich. Now I'm languishing in the moody light of our home watching The Dresden Files and Real Time With Bill Maher , that night jasmine wafting in through the screen door. Life honestly doesn't get much better than nights like this one. I... read more
