Have I mentioned that I have a soft spot for John Denver? It lives somewhere in the vicinity of my weird, lifelong affinity for the song “Sweet Home Alabama.” File that all away under Trivia About Lady Z That May Come In Unexpectedly Handy One Day.
Just popping in (because I paid for my wi-fi time, goddamnit) to say I’m in the LA airport, at the tail end of my layover, about to go board the thirteen-hour flight to Auckland. I’ve been killing time at the Daily Grill bar, trying in vain for the last two hours to get a glass of water from my waitress, who redeemed herself a few minutes ago not by bringing my water but by remarking that I “look so much like that Zeta-something lady who’s married to Michael Douglas.”
I’m easy. I know.
Oh, and this: my new favorite magazine is Oxford American. Check it out—the upcoming Southern Movie Issue and accompanying DVD (which I saw at a screening a few days ago, and which is amazing) are guest-edited by my freakishly intelligent friend Derek.
OK. I’m off.