Editors Note:

EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Punch-Drunk from the Junket

Me and My DateAs much as I'm diggin' these trips to L.A., ping-ponging across time zones has left me a little fuzzy around the edges. Not that my kids care; they only know that Daddy's back home and he's a bit more unshaven that usual. So while I attend to their every need, check out the cavalcade of red carpet images I've uploaded and know that a full post is on the way. Meanwhile, I'll be shaking off the jet-lag, chauffering my offspring and sheathing everything I own in cardboard. Oy.

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