I just returned from a Dodger game - the San Diego Padres trounced us. At least they're fellow Southern Californians. I had my annual Dodger Dog (no wiener jokes, people!), a churro (because I couldn't find on on Cinco De Mayo), and a celebrity sighting (Jason Bateman walked by, totally un-Hollywood. He looked good). Life is good and so is living in L.A.

Currently running through my head as I watch the city lights and stars try and out-twinkle each other:

there's no mercy in a live wire, no rest at all in freedom
of the choices we're given, it's no choice at all
the proof is in the fire, you touch before it moves away
but you must always know how long to stay and when to go
- patty griffin, "let him fly"