Saturday, August 12, 2000

 

3:22 a.m. Ok. I'm gonna make this snappy. While I was wandering around the Southland, playing the radio and otherwise having a high ole time, I had the opportunity to sleep away from the house (on the boat) and push off at dawn on a high-seas adventure, and did I take it? Noooooo.

And why? Because I am committed to this web adventure. So I will make this entry short. Because I've had a very long night.

First of all, we went to an art opening on Melrose. That, in and of itself, is glamour enough, and if you add to it the free wine and all the cool UFO art on the the walls, well. In addition, the very pretty artist (who will be highlighted here in a separate entry) was one of many who provided a nice end of the night with singing and guitar.

Many hours have passed.

By the time we were looking for dinner, it was well past 11 p.m., and on a typical weekend in this part of the world, where do you go -- besides Jerry's deli? Our old Melrose standby, Chianti, was already putting their chairs on top of their tables when we pulled up to the valet guys. Closed. So, we headed into Beverly Hills.

One of the few, very few places still open was Dan Tana's, which has become sort of famous because: 1. Many Mafia people are supposed to go there. 2. Robert Urich played a character named Dan Tanna in a Vegas TV-detective show, and 3. It's an Italian place that stays open late.

Ok. So, it has valets and we were happy to have some food and some more wine -- and guess who else was filling up the place? All the Democratic National Convention people. Yes, that's some of them in the photo. One guy is from Maryland, one guy is from New Jersey -- and they're all here to play at politics.

What's really interesting is that I met two -- not one, but two -- guys who swear they were (are) Hillary Clinton's brothers. Does she really have two of them? I've never checked. They were in two different parties at Dan Tana's, for what it's worth.

One was very stout, with suspenders. The other looked like a typical Beverly Hills real-estate type of guy. He showed us a check made out for a thousand dollars to prove that he was really who he said he was. I'll watch the convention and look for them.

And now, I'm going to bed. I'll check this piece for typos the spell-checker doesn't pick up -- and I'll type some kind of succinct conclusion on it. For now -- I have the hiccups.