A gathering of regal eagles....

Just back from the city of angles / angels. Apologies for the lay-off, was busy hob nobbing with the glitteratti. Pretty severe sightings at the Chateau, the kind that make you squeeze your neighbors knee under table and grunt something hoggish. Thought I had out grown my celebrity infatuation, not the case. New learning:

Jonah Hill is roughly the same size as volkswagon, looks like fun

Andy Samburg has Munchausen thighs

Scarlett J. has manners

Steve Earle is exactly Steve Earle

Alicia Silverstone requires hair and make-up, Cameron Diaz doesn't

Matthew Perry is rudderless, wears leather bomber jacket

The flying tomato will soon be grounded.

Anyways, flew back to NYC with the LA Guns, coach class, Jet Blue. Worth a google.

More importantly, had a fabulous Easter with the whole crew. Check out my awesome parents:

We did a huge dinner at Uncle JJ's - smashing time, smashing company, smashing food. Dad is a genius with the little people, good thing, since he'll be babysitting the little arrival with frequency.

HH in the house, we sat for portraits:


Here's the chef, General Gravy, with the master of ceremonies, MJ:


I'm not supposed to post pics of the Beav without permission, but this one's a killer. That's grape juice, of course:


Table of contents, note JJ's resemblance to SPHINX:


What's got two thumbs and likes ham?

Crazy Aunts:


My other lady crushes:

Looking forward to the next pow-wow, hopefully hosted at the new place. We move next weekend, gads.

More shortly.