Monday night I found myself at the Viper Room, watching an old friend play lap steel guitar in Duff McKagan’s band. At the end of the night, Sebastian Bach jumped on stage to join them for a song. I’m not a hair metal fan but McKagan’s reading from his memoir and the crowd’s enthusiasm in the heat of the moment gave me goosebumps. Around midnight my husband and I were waiting forever for the bus to come but an old friend happened to be going our way and drove us home. Tuesday I had 3 writing-related meetings on the west side. Wednesday during the day I accompanied a friend to her interview on Playboy radio, dropping off books for my own future appearance there. Later that night my husband and I were invited to dinner at a donor’s table for an Optimist’s Club fundraiser, held at the swanky Biltmore Hotel. Thursday I walked over to Skylight Books to catch author Michelle Tea read with fellow Sister Spit crew. Friday I did yoga outside in Runyon Canyon and biked to lunch with a friend in Los Feliz. Saturday we were supposed to go to a party but my husband was home sick all day and I played nurse. Sunday we went to an MMA fight a friend promoted in downtown LA. The cornucopia of offerings in this city never ceases to amaze me. I want it all. I love Los Angeles! And now I have the husband’s cold. This week I am forced rest.