There was this time…(pt.6)

I keep saying it'll be my last story but then I think of another one… I was having martinis with some friends at the Biltmore in Montecito. This is around 2000. I think. I don't know anymore. What I remember is that I noticed my friend, Craig, was in the lobby and not joining our... Continue Reading →

There was this time…(pt. 3)

The time I met a supermodel was the most un-supermodel-y moment I could’ve come up with. We met each other, but we were never formally introduced. One morning, I woke up to no water. That was particularly painful as I’d indulged in far too much fermented grape juice the night before. Apparently, the whole apartment... Continue Reading →

There was this time…(pt. 2)

The time I met Christopher Lloyd was epic and iconic. Sort of. The movie was already 20 years old back then. I happened to come across a friend who ran an auto-detailing shop in Santa Barbara who was waiting at the curb for a client to show up. I don’t remember the car the client... Continue Reading →

There was this time…(pt. 1)

Once Melinda and I came out of a restaurant in the Upper Village of Montecito after a long lunch and got into her car to go home. Long after I went through the CDs and wondered when she became a Art Garfunkel/John Oats fan... Long after she fully adjusted the driver’s seat, rearview mirror, shoulder... Continue Reading →

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