Alex is one of my best friends in the world. Today is her birthday. I thought in honor of this momentous occasion, I would re-post (in all its parts) the crazy day we had in Los Angeles a couple of years ago. And when I say crazy, I mean it involved scrunchies and suddenly failing car-brakes near the Hollywood Bowl. It involved jazz hands, and many Armenians. It involved a dead body on the sidewalk lying in a pool of blood. It also involved (peripherally) Timothy Treadwell. There was a boa, McNuggets inhaled at the speed of light, and at one point, we both found ourselves hooked up to e-meters on Hollywood Boulevard. Because that’s what happens when you have a crazy day. You submit to e-meter analysis in broad daylight.
The only way to read it is to read it sequentially.
It is, bar none, the craziest day I have ever had. It’s also one of my most favorite days. It takes some time to read, but it is worth it. I don’t exaggerate one bit. It is part of a series called Things Experienced So Far in LA.
Happy birthday, Alex. I love you!
Things Experienced So Far in LA
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
I would also like to share with you another crazy day we shared, when we took a private tour of the L. Ron Hubbard Life Exhibit on Hollywood Boulevard. We were on a mission of infiltration. It involved a stakeout beforehand. It was a brilliant day.
Happy Birthday to Alex! Such a wonderful, actress, performer and a hell of a broad.
Well, I gotta send this to my daughter new to L.A. She will relate. Also initiated by a breakup, where she flew to S.F. Found out what was really happening, got a car, and by herself, gunned her way, Thelma and Louiseing, non-stop all the way to L.A. To make a new life. (I was so proud of her) The changing of the tires story is in itself just hysterical. Regina
Happy Birthday Alex!
Brilliant writer, artist and very shiny person.
A merry solstice birthday to your friend, although I wanted mainly offer a noise of outright sympathy to yourself based on this from the archives:
“It is not OMalley or Omalley – it is O’Malley. There are many Irish people in this country. But computers see an apostrophe and literally have nervous breakdowns and don’t know what to do with us.”
You are in solidarity with the various van X’s, van der X’s, de X’s, von X’s, mac and mc X’s, ap X’s, ben X’s and I assume many other “non-standard” name-holders, along with a vast crowd of people in east Asia who tire of having to invert their names to fit the North American notion of “last name.” Cling to your apostrophe, sister! You’ll find that numbers likely work in our favour.