Forget kale – the unofficial food of Los Angeles is street dogs. Bacon-wrapped hot dogs grilled on shopping carts outside of ballgames and clubs. Someone brought an unbelievable batch to the party, and I wanna impregnate her/him.
I may be a grown-ass man, but I’m not a drinker, so this was my contribution to the party. My friend and party co-host Al found it utterly hilarious.
Every Super Bowl party in the country had the obligatory deflated ball. Every Super Bowl party in LA had the accompanying Emmy.
Thank goodness this ball, made entirely of chocolate, was fully inflated.
A TV in the bathroom, so you never miss a play. (At least those of us who pee standing up.)
Actually, it’s a one-bedroom. But living in an apartment is one of the many sacrifices I make while I happily pursue my dream. And I love the pursuit. I love the people, the challenges, the city of Los Angeles, and, most of all, the feeling that makes my heart quicken every time I get to do the thing that I love: acting.
My name is Matt Shevin. You can reach me at: email@example.com