Have you ever been in a situation that was so tragically comedic the thought that dances through your mind is: “Where did they put the hidden camera?”
New Year’s Eve and I have never really been buddies. I used to hate it with a white-hot passion, I won’t get into the reasons why, none of you is getting paid to be my shrink. Suffice it to say it is amateur night in so many ways. But something happened a few years ago, and I turned a corner and it’s no longer a “thing.” It ceased to have any meaning. Gigging would have been my preference this year.
My choices were: stay home, party at a dear friend’s home an hour away with horrible parking, or dinner out with a new “friend” and her friends. Proximity and ease of parking made the third option sound the best.
This new “friend” is a vegan. Unless you live in Los Angeles you are probably still trying to figure out why parking in a residential area is a problem, so let me give your brain another LA factoid, the different variations of some of our native’s eating habits. Vegetarians eat many things but don’t eat any animal flesh. They will however eat things that come from an animal like milk, eggs, and cheese. That gives those who dine with them an ease of existence. I mean within this definition you all can break pizza together. Vegans eat only vegetation. Nothing else. Still, a nice stir fry never kill
