I'm finally back from my California Love Jam Holiday in the Sun. I physicaly returned early Monday morning, but it's only now I feel I'm mentally back home.

My time in San Francisco turned out to be much tamer that I had imagined. I saw a couple of old friends for dinner and ended up not leaving until very very late. I foolishly smoked up their weed like it was my regular NYC strength. Turns out they had some mind-blowing hybrid stuff that left me thoroughly incapacitated. Hardly the condintion one wants to be in when exploring unfamiliar clubs.

Took off for LA the next day and had a fabulous time sipping brandy alexanders at the Chateau Marmont. That's the hotel where John Belushi died. Didn't get out to Spahn Ranch, as I had hoped, but there's always next time.

I also failed to hypnotise any hippie girls to join my dune buggy brigade...

Time to see what else is new around SG...