The highlight of yesterday was having lunch (a place on Abbott Kinney called Three Square—with a sassy French waitress) and riding bikes around Venice with my friend Peter.
Peter and his wife Katinka have a really fabulous modern house off Abbott Kinney.
We stayed in last night and watched The Wedding Singer, which surprisingly I’d never seen—maybe little bits of it. You can already see Sandler coming into his own as an actual actor, not just a predictable doofus. Love that Drew. And who knew Billy Idol could be such the save-the-White-Wedding-day kind of guy?
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