Last night I stayed with friends Marcus and Amanda (and their two ferrets). We attended an intimate supper party at a historic mansion in the Hollywood Hills. The 150-year old house--with fish ponds, swimming pools, and a movie theater--is owned by a family of interesting and welcoming Australian-Americans. I was talked into reciting a few poems.
Roman Coppola was there. Word has it that he called my performance "amazing."
I'm currently at the LAX airport, courtesy of Marcus, getting ready to fly to Denver, where my car awaits me.
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