I know I’m back in LA because:
• Shortly after returning from South America, my dad takes me out for sushi dinner in the valley. We notice an unusually tall, thin woman waiting by the counter in stiletto heels and lots of expensive jewlery. A few minutes later Kennan Ivory Wayans walks in and escorts her to a table.
• Nick invites me to a party in an old building downtown on Friday night. I decide not to go, as I have to finish packing for a trip to Vegas the following morning. A few hours later he calls me to say that he just had a 20 minute conversation with Mystery, one of the world’s top Pick-Up Artists. And that the party is a housewarming party for a pornstar. I’m disappointed that I didn’t go.
• The next day my dad and I take our seat on the flight to Vegas. Across the aisle is 75-year-old Jerry Buss, billionaire owner of the LA Lakers. He’s got an enormous black bodyguard and an attractive 20-something-year-old Asian girl with him.
• On the way home my dad and I take the aisle and window seats, and a middle-aged man settles in between us. It’s Teller, the silent member of the famous comedy/magic duo Penn and Teller. He’s actually quite talkative and friendly, and we spend the entire trip home chatting with him. When we ask his full name, he says “It’s just Teller. See? I had it legally changed back in California.” (Shows us his state-issued ID.)
Tomorrow I head to Vegas again for Noz’s bachelor party.
I wonder what surprises await.