In a bizarre turn of events, the wife and I are getting ready to head out to Los Angeles (L.A., la la land, the left coast, land of a thousand, oh, whatever, you get it) tomorrow for one of the most unique Thanksgiving celebrations ever. We’re meeting parents of Tim and sister of Tim to have Thanksgiving dinner with, who many people consider to be, indie rock royalty.
We’re staying at the Roosevelt hotel (and hopefully in this room) for about 5 days and are going to soak up the sun and breathe in the smog for what will be Tim’s second visit to L.A. My first visit left a bad taste in my mouth (i’m looking at you, smog), so let’s hope this one will reveal the charms of this fair city and erase my memories of L.A. being one giant, crowded, dirty strip mall.
Why are we celebrating this holiday with said royalty? Well, in what is even a bizarrer (word?) case and happened to be the crescendo of the craziest year ever for sister of Tim, sister of Tim now works for Mrs. Hersh and family and is a full-time resident of the city of angels.
I think it’s safe to say this is going to be the most unique Thanksgiving ever for Tim. I hope you have a happy and safe holiday as well.