The Best Dessert Ever
I hadn’t seen Dana in what seemed like forever.
It was probably out in LA little more than a year ago. Grammy weekend. We’d do our usual thing, working the pre-Grammy brunch — all the while cracking jokes and saying silly things over the walkie-talkies. It’s what we’d do to prove to ourselves and everyone around us that we weren’t star-struck. That we couldn’t care less about the bold print in our midst. We amused each other.
It’s what friends do. Especially when you’re in LA.
