Shut It Down.

Lots of great meals, two plays, a movie, sleeping in. Naps. Lots of naps.

Big thanks to my mom, for proving once again she’s more than just a maiden name I need to get past online security.

I Travel On My Stomach.

It’s not delivery. It’s pizza you have to leave your house/wait in line to buy/make yourself/still doesn’t taste as good.

Mezzomondo, the best Italian restaurant in Los Angeles, is going to move to Mexico soon (yes – it’s a head-scratcher), so I’m getting my fill here in New York. Starting with Sal’s Pizzeria, which has won best pizza joint every year for as long as I can remember. The place hasn’t changed a bit. Same great pizza, same arguably rude staff.

Sal’s has an adjoining gelateria. Best stracciatella I’ve ever had.

Batting cleanup: Trattoria Tres Colori. No, I did not have gnocchi right after pizza and gelato – I waited 45 minutes so I didn’t get a cramp.

A Reason To Shower And Put On Long Pants.

How is anyone good at fishing? All you did was wait longer.

This question was not answered in Larry David’s new play, Fish in the Dark. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s a phenomenal show.

It’s both Seinfeld and Curb Your Enthusiasm-esque, with Larry playing the lead (until next week, when Jason Alexander takes over.) It got huge laughs in the theater (Especially an obligatory, yet perfectly placed “pretty, prettyyyy gooood…”) Of course it did. Talk about a home-field advantage – you couldn’t throw a punch without hitting a Jew in that audience.

I loved it. If you’re in the city, see it before next Saturday, which is Larry’s last performance. It’s the best.

How I Spend My Vacation.

Justifying overeating by claiming I’m not giving in to society’s body image pressures.

Bonding with my little brother.

Letting my mom insist I blog about this woman who has a serious popcorn jones.

Shamelessly posting this pic of a chicken and a calf for all the ladies who love those “unusual animal friendships that will melt your heart” slide shows.

Slumming In The South Bronx.

I won’t ask how my younger brother got free, kickass seats to Yankee Stadium to see the team retire Bernie Williams’ number. I’ll just presume it’s a mob connection.

Related: this photo of Joe DiMaggio above the stadium food court is more offensive to Italian Americans than “The Sopranos” and “The Jersey Shore” put together.

Thoughts On A Flight To New York.

According to the timely news feed in the cab, The Gambler is coming to theaters last December 19th.

There’s a network on Dish TV called the Go Pro Channel. And once again, it’s official: we’ve failed as a society.

Both the male and female flight attendants had matching scrunchies.

After this kid wailed the entire time, I now propose it cost $5000 to fly with a baby.

Did This Really Require A Sign?