I was in Tennessee the day before, back in Chicago for a day to take this photo, and then on a plane and went to bed in Beverly Hills. I am the luckiest unlucky guy: two LA visits in a row, my hotel has been overbooked. And both times it's worked out well. Last visit the hotel put me up a couple blocks away for one night and then when I just mentioned the incident when I was checking into the first hotel again--really, not complaining, just talking about it in a cheerful manner--they moved me to a corner suite with a patio and a jazzuci tub. This time, I've been moved for all three nights I'm going to be here--but to the hotel I really wanted to be at, most convenient to my business here, but which was more expensive than our corporate rates. So, win.
Hey, my brother has fallen to #2 in his Movember fund-raising team. Would one of you handsome folks pony up $11 to put him back into the lead and justify our ridiculous faces?