So that all of you can stay abreast of my life, since so many of you start threads about me and make random comments about me:
- Last night, my old friend John Legend invited me to his show at the beautiful outdoor venue The Greek Theatre. Just like tonight, he sold it out last night. I couldn't figure out why his best friend/head of team asked what my license plate number was, but I soon figured out that answer: When you get close to the venue/Griffith Observatory, it is a great neighborhood. They don't want concertgoers driving on their narrow streets, so they have private security who use cones and wands to redirect traffic all to main streets and avoid the residential shortcuts. Of course, this backs up the main entrance to a substantial wait. But each time I would approach one of those roadblocks, one of the two security guards at each corner would wand me through and have the cones moved while everybody else was blocked.
John had made sure I didn't get stuck in that and made sure the neighborhood security was looking for my vehicle.
Then, when I got to the venue, I went to the will-call window. I told them that I was on the guest list, and after confirming that it was for John and not the venue or promoter guest list, the attendant said "Yes, we've been expecting you. Please follow the sidewalk to where it says 'Redwood.'" I walked down to the other will-call booth and entrance and was annoyed at how long the line was to get in. Everybody has to pass through metal detectors, so the lines were very long. Me with commoners? That's not a fair mix.
Luckily, I saw a separate area that said "Redwood." So I could skip that line and go to the VIP area where they had refreshments and food waiting for me.
The show and format were phenomenal; the best I have seen from him, and I've seen him in Jacksonville, Austin, DC, and now Los Angeles. A huge audience that the video shows:
After the show, John introduced me to one of this children whom I hadn't met before, and about 20 of us hung out on the VIP porch including some other big-names, but as you all know, I am not a name-dropper and don't brag.
- Today, I woke up and walked to the farmer's market for breakfast. I then walked from there to the gym to do crippled-cardio while my ocean view was distracted by numerous thongs.
This evening, I have a few things I want to do. My neighborhood has an outdoor motown concert with food trucks that is a few blocks from me. It's their first time hosting this summer event. John also told me to come up again tonight, since he won't have to shake hands and kiss babies with so many people tonight. But the owner's of the Mets also are in town and invited me to come to the game against the Angels tonight. So I accepted their offer and may head up to the end of John's show after.
I will be sitting in the seat circled in orange. So for any of you who get MLB network, make sure you tune in and see me every single fvcking pitch. If you see a man or woman come sit next to me on the steps, it's just the owners of the Mets, who are also the wealthiest owners in MLB.
- Last night, my old friend John Legend invited me to his show at the beautiful outdoor venue The Greek Theatre. Just like tonight, he sold it out last night. I couldn't figure out why his best friend/head of team asked what my license plate number was, but I soon figured out that answer: When you get close to the venue/Griffith Observatory, it is a great neighborhood. They don't want concertgoers driving on their narrow streets, so they have private security who use cones and wands to redirect traffic all to main streets and avoid the residential shortcuts. Of course, this backs up the main entrance to a substantial wait. But each time I would approach one of those roadblocks, one of the two security guards at each corner would wand me through and have the cones moved while everybody else was blocked.
John had made sure I didn't get stuck in that and made sure the neighborhood security was looking for my vehicle.
Then, when I got to the venue, I went to the will-call window. I told them that I was on the guest list, and after confirming that it was for John and not the venue or promoter guest list, the attendant said "Yes, we've been expecting you. Please follow the sidewalk to where it says 'Redwood.'" I walked down to the other will-call booth and entrance and was annoyed at how long the line was to get in. Everybody has to pass through metal detectors, so the lines were very long. Me with commoners? That's not a fair mix.
Luckily, I saw a separate area that said "Redwood." So I could skip that line and go to the VIP area where they had refreshments and food waiting for me.
The show and format were phenomenal; the best I have seen from him, and I've seen him in Jacksonville, Austin, DC, and now Los Angeles. A huge audience that the video shows:
After the show, John introduced me to one of this children whom I hadn't met before, and about 20 of us hung out on the VIP porch including some other big-names, but as you all know, I am not a name-dropper and don't brag.
- Today, I woke up and walked to the farmer's market for breakfast. I then walked from there to the gym to do crippled-cardio while my ocean view was distracted by numerous thongs.
This evening, I have a few things I want to do. My neighborhood has an outdoor motown concert with food trucks that is a few blocks from me. It's their first time hosting this summer event. John also told me to come up again tonight, since he won't have to shake hands and kiss babies with so many people tonight. But the owner's of the Mets also are in town and invited me to come to the game against the Angels tonight. So I accepted their offer and may head up to the end of John's show after.
I will be sitting in the seat circled in orange. So for any of you who get MLB network, make sure you tune in and see me every single fvcking pitch. If you see a man or woman come sit next to me on the steps, it's just the owners of the Mets, who are also the wealthiest owners in MLB.
