Tony! Toni! Tone! once said that it never rains is Southern California, but all three of them are liars.
Ok, now down to business. A weekend in Los Angeles with our Fresyes legal team is never complete without a number of amusing anecdotes. It's sometimes difficult to decide which to recount ... Could it be the P. Hilton "boob-flapping" sighting by B-Rad at Koi on Saturday? Nah, too cliche. What about the Hollywood A. Holes who had the nerve to make a reservation for 15 at Nate n' Als on Sunday morning, forcing myself and counsel to sit next to three agent types, which although horribly obnoxious, prompted us to pitch a great script to them...starts like this: "three agents are pummeled within an inch of their lives at Nate n' Als one sunday morning by pickles and kraut, drama insues." Sounds good right? Well, that's not the keeper. Friday night, counsel and I paid a visit to the home of our first and only celebrity endorser, David Bowe. (you know him as Bob from UHF, and Donna Martin's stalker) Kids were gone for the evening so the house was unusually craze-free. I was sitting there, minding my own business, when the Bowe's dog Buddy decided to pay me a visit. Buddy is a kind dog, good natured, great with the kids, and has a taste for large quantities of butter. How do I know this? Well, Buddy walked up and projectile vomited a 2 foot puddle of what used to be butter, dog food, and unchewed hotdogs (but mostly butter) in the vicinity of my left foot. (by "in the vicinity", I mean "on") Lawyer lost it. Apparently that's funny. Bowe said it himself, "I think that's the grossest thing I've seen in my entire life."
In a related story, I'll be auctioning off a black Converse Chuck Taylor lo-top with suspicious stains. Turns out some genius paid $475 for Celine Dion's hair extensions on an UGG boot, so Bowe's dog's puke ought to fetch me a few bucks on the open market.
