Last week I was in Orange County for a meeting. The client had some adorable little pugs that kept snorting and licking each other’s jowls and ears.

And I kept wanting to sing that "Californyaaaa" song from The O.C.

Then I stayed in L.A. with Kat for a couple days. She cooked a wonderful halibut meal with lima beans and broccoli rabe, we had a Rihanna sighting at Fred Segal, we checked out the L.A. Moss, we ate a great French dinner of filet mignon, and our attempt to go clubbing was thwarted by a "VIP line" 200 people long. And that about sums up the weekend.