Jesus Christ! It's Christmas!

Dim sum with Sean and Branden and Jesse, Jesse whom had never before done dim sum. Busy Golden Dragon. Chinatown as busy as can be, the rest of LA a ghost town, particularly the freeways. A tour of Skid Row - a sobering thing if ever there was.
Dropped off B & J, as they had to continue on to Ventura or something, Fillmore, I believe; Sean and I drove up into Griffith Park, a closed Griffith Park.... So we took some street into the hills to see what we could see. Nice real estate with views, views from sea to mountain and valley - vista grande. The weather today was what people live here for, y'know. 70-something, clear skies with an abundance of jet trails criss-crossing the entire azure whole of it. Amazing.
I get dropped and here I am. Reduced for clearance, Clarence.
Just thought I'd say "Hi."
Hot Rats is on in the background, loud. Had to play the Portsmouth Sinfonia earlier as their rendition of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy makes the day complete. As I have that on loud, the phone rings. Nice timing, as it is Frank Martin doing a three-way phone call with Don Bolles on line 2. How apropos to be featuring that musical interlude to share with them - and Don being a first-time phone conversation, I am sure.
LA. Home. Christmas. I so want a hot turkey sandwich - and you know what? I have the basics for that. The excitement is palpable.
Missed out on breakfast with The Jays - Brandon and Gwen, the Newlyweds, at some house in the Hills that they're taking care of over the holidays. Oddly, Brandon's (former) band, the 88, got a song as the opening scene in (oh dear god, how did this happen?) in You, Me, and Dupree. I may have considerable brain damage from this one. Watched it over at Branden and Jesse's last night at our Christmas Eve dinner and a Show night at home, with Jesse's cousin, James, along too, sharing in the horror of this movie we were watching. Getting the exact moment of calculated scenes spot on, this was a bonding experience. We universally shared the same take on this cinematic splendor and quipped rightfully.
And I thought I had nothing to yammer on about when I opened this thing up.
My meds have kicked in - time for that hot turkey sandwich and a good stiff drink of something.
Ho Ho. I aint' goin' nowheres tonight. Unless we're all going somewhere as a group. Still dressed for the occasion, I am.