Ellen and Nozawa
It was an evening of chaos and control. Chaos may be a strong word for the Ellen Show, but compared to Nozawa, it’s not strong enough. My dear friend Mary created and produces the Ellen Show. Although I’ve been invited many times to see James Taylor, Paul McCartney, and Elton John to name a few, it took four years and two words to get me to go. Def Leppard. (Funny my spell check doesn’t even recognize these as words.) The real reason I went is because Helen Hunt was interviewed for her new film, Then She Found Me. Actually, it’s my friend Julie’s film, Helen just wrote, directed, and starred in it. The show was a hoot. I was so excited to watch Mary oversee what seemed like a thousand moving parts. The audience was crazy go insane. It’s truly amazing what bright lights, a dj, and a Def Leppard CD give away will do to some people. When Ellen came out, you’d think these people had never seen a lesbian before. She was my third; although, I suspect my UPS driver with the short spiky hair and Indigo Girls tattoos might be one, too. After the Ellen show we went to the original, sushi Nazi, Nozawa. It’s a place that I’ve always revered. Any time I was in the Valley, I would try and go. It’s been a while. The sushi is still terrific, but the atmosphere lacks I don’t know… atmosphere. I’ve sat shiva that’s had more laughs. In any case, it was still delicious, but I’d much rather go to Echigo or a funeral for that matter.
Dear David, Your blog is very cool. Sweet. Tony