Ah to be writing in my own bed again. Is there anything more nifty(word of the day)? I feel all ruminat-ish somehow under my own lovely duvet surrounded by my favourite books. This evening (2.05am - still jet lagged) I am ruminating about the glorious lunch I had at the Polo lounge with Cami Taylor from Crossroads Films and how out of the ether my beloved Nicole Clemens appeared and in my feverish excitement I spilt my water all over our table. It was all beautifully baptisimal and sacred. I do so love the sacred. From now on I shall baptise all my favourite tables. It set a mood of unforgetable momements in LA: the Getty Museum & Villa, finally meeting my idol Marguerite. Michele who's writing the script for Pulling Princes, complicated cocktails with Alicia, Giles & Dash at Trader Vics. Shopping on Rodeo Drive for a mystifying array of products that now make absolutely no sense. LA is all rather mystifying actually and I drowned in it - in a lovely, attractive way I hope.
And then of course there was poker night at Nicole's house. But best of all I know that Cordelia will be home on Friday and I shall be complete.
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