My brother Evan and his girlfriend Sarah moved out to LA a couple years ago. He's doing so well, but I miss him a lot. We obviously don't see each other very much anymore, so I'm always excited to visit.
I recently went out over the Fourth of July weekend and had so much fun, as usual. We hiked up to Sandstone Peak in Malibu, ate tons of great food, watched fireworks in Marina Del Rey, joked, drank mimosas, AND perhaps the biggest highlight of the trip and my entire life, saw VAL KILMER.
For those of you who do not know, Val is one of my favorite people in the world (aside from my bro), and I have always wanted to see/meet him. I don't know what I did in my life to deserve such an enchanted moment, but it just so happened he was doing a performance at a nearby theater. So we went, duh. Val has been working on a project about Mark Twain and Mary Baker Eddy for some time now and is doing performances here and there, trying to gather interest. As we were entering the Kirk Douglas theater, my head was down and my brother said, "Oh my god, there he is." I looked up, and, my god, there he was! I couldn't believe it, couldn't speak, couldn't move. Before I knew it, he'd moved past us. I felt faint. I felt like Elizabeth Shue in need of her heart pills in The Saint. I wish I would have said something, even something dumb. He's so funny and weird, and now you know my little obsession.
Anyway, back to LA, it was an amazing trip overall, perhaps better than the first when we went to Disneyland. I can't wait to go back. It'll be hard to top this trip though.