Thoughts on 2016 (Or Whatever)

I’m prepping for my tax appointment today. Going to see my accountant is always a lot like confession. It usually goes something like this:

Alyce: You spent $1,600 on sushi?

I nod, dying a little inside.

Alyce takes a sip of her pina colada and tries to hide her disappointment in me.

(She knows how much money I make.)

So yeah… I’m bracing myself for the shame of it all.

This is what my tax prep looks like:


Screw you, 2016, for taking all of my money.

My sushi expenditures may be bad, but let’s not go into my beer budget, K?


The Baby Jesus can barely hold down my bar receipts.

Poor little nugget.

I guess 2016 wasn’t ALL bad. It did take Prince, Princess Leia, and the Goblin King, but I did get on the slopes a lot, so there’s that.


Skiing is everything.

I also finished a few scripts, did some interesting research for a TV pilot, and I did a lot of fun things with people I love.


Kygo at the Bowl with Lola


Vegas with my family.

And, I crossed a big goal off my to-do list.


I ran a 5K in a winery with Megan… 

hills and all.

2016 may not have been THE WORST, but I’m counting on 2017 to step up and kick its ass.

I’m due for a great year.

No pressure, 2017.

Weekend Round Up (Or Kygo and Persimmons, Oh My!)

It’s technically the weekend even though I’ve worked every day. Don’t worry: I have still managed to squeeze in some fun, though.

Friday I saw Kygo with Lola at the Hollywood Bowl.


It was beyond.

Seal came on stage for a cover of Sexual Healing.

And there were fireworks.


Tons of fireworks.

Saturday was all about sushi and football.


As every Saturday should be.

And today I went to the Mar Vista Farmers Market in search of persimmons for a Halloween Party appetizer.


My search ended in victory.

It’s persimmon season in LA, and I couldn’t be happier. I plan to slice these beauties and serve them with basil, mozzarella, and a balsamic reduction. It’s like Caprese but better because persimmons > tomatoes.

The Mar Vista Farmers market is near a Mexican grocery store that sells my favorite salsa verde in LA, so I try to make it a two for one when I head over there.


Plus they have goblins. 

And free dog sitting.

I’ve never tried bringing my dog, though. I’m pretty sure Albus would figure out how to break out of the enclosure and head straight for the wild seafood.

Or the goblins.

He’s a magical dog.


With big magical paws.

Okay, I’m off to watch the Packers before I head to work, but before I go I’ll leave you with a Kygo track because I’m generous like that.

It’s a remix of The Weekend’s Often, and I love it.

It’s Still Too Hot in Hollywood (Or How to Make a Purple Cow Float)

Ice cream heals all wounds. For real.

I know I’ve been complaining about the heat in Hollywood a lot, but this shit is absolutely unprecedented. I mean, my unheated pool is actually hot. And yesterday it was hot enough to do yoga on the Santa Monica Pier and actually break a sweat. Normally, I don’t even bother going anywhere near the ocean because it’s so bloody cold, but I went yesterday. And that outdoor vinyasa flow felt a lot more like a Bikram class to me.

I don’t know if you can tell, but we’re sweating. And all we did was set down our mats.

Plus, last night I sat through an entire Hot Chip and Passion Pit show at the Hollywood Bowl and never even needed a sweater. In my 11 years in LA, I can’t remember going to the Bowl EVER and not needing to wrap myself in something to stay warm.

And here’s the obligatory concert shot of the back of some chick’s head.

I’m sure some of you are not feeling terribly sorry for me at the moment. You’re like, “Oh the poor thing, she did yoga with a view of the ocean. And she didn’t freeze to death at her fancy concert.” Well, did I mention my A/C died on Friday? Yeah, well, it did. It’s dead.

If you don’t feel sorry for me, you should at least feel sorry for my big dog. He’s moping around my place with his big tongue hanging out. I know his droopy face is supposed to look all sad, but I can’t help thinking it’s drooping more today.

I’m so hot I can’t even kill my squirrel.

Since I’m convinced that ice cream fixes everything, I decided to make myself a float of some sort today. I wasn’t in the mood for the soda-based variety, so I went with one of my childhood favorites: The Purple Cow Float.

Here’s how it’s done.

Purple Cow Float

2 scoops of vanilla ice cream
1 C grape juice
splash of soda water, optional

Place two scoops of ice cream into a glass. Pour the grape juice into the glass. If you want to add a little carbonation and/or cut the sweetness of the juice, you can add a splash of soda water. I prefer my juice undiluted, so I skip that step, but that’s just me.

Stick a straw into the glass and go for it. It’s good.