Between us, my associate and I spotted: Nicole Kidman and Mr. Nicole Kidman on the treadmill at the Beverly Hills Hotel spa; Jason Schartzman at a funky breakfast place wearing cut-off sweats and showing off his hirsute legs. His girlfriend was an adorable red head and they were either in love or BFF’s. You know, really comfortable with each other. Joe “the Pen is mightier than the bat” Torre looking slim and tan and not missing the Bronx for one second. John Lovett in tennis whites. And, swoon, Diane Keaton looking like…Diane Keaton. Full flannel skirt, longish jacket with fat belt, and a grey bowler. I love LA.

People never believe me because I’m a card carrying New York neurotic, but it’s true: I love the land of valet parking and Arnold Palmers. I love the funky architecture and signage. I love the way everyone is on the make. I like the names of the streets: Ventura, Van Nuys, Wilshire and of course driving late at night on Sunset, windows down, a canyon of tacky neon pulsing with some Jim Morrison ghost dance, some escaped song.

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