After all that drama in the lobby, I decided to take a shower in a poor attempt to relax. It didn't help...at all. Now I was just prune fingered but still emotionally slagged Buffy. Okay, so maybe the shower had been about a 40 gallon attempt at stalling. Putting off what had to be done. The only thing I could think about was how to break the news ( Read more... )

Since when did L.A. have a dress code? No toga, no sandals, no service? And what's with the clouds? I mean actual clouds and not smog, car exhaust and all the other stuff that does a body good.

Where the hell was I? And more importantly, where was everyone else?

Just when I thought we were in the clear ( Read more... )

I looked at Riley as we kept on with Oz and Rona in tow ( Read more... )

Where do I start with the bad ( Read more... )

What happened ( Read more... )

“The Hyperion Hotel, please.” The cab driver gives a small nod before putting the car in gear and heading out of the LAX parking lot ( Read more... )