Missing Marisa

It’s an impossibly sunny California day and I’m in a tony L.A. restaurant eating equally tony food with a smart and beautiful young woman. Sometimes I love my job. After we finish our interview and my delicious French fusion chicken starts its journey down...

California, Here I Come

I’ll be heading off to California this Friday. While some of my itinerary must remain secret, I’ll be in the Los Angeles Area from April 20th to the morning of the 24th. I have quite a few interviews scheduled, but I’m always up for more! If you...

The Last Face

It’s late afternoon and I’m driving down a busy commercial street when an ancient looking station wagon explodes out of the opposite lane and heads straight for me. I slew my car to the right, but the station wagon counters my evasive maneuver and...

I’m on Twitter?

I thought I’d set up a Twitter account for Waiter Rant. But when I tried, I discovered someone had already beaten me to the punch! It’s all good. Whoever set it up is just running my blog feed through it. But can the person who set it up please email me?...

Lobby

It’s 8:00 AM and I’m hanging out in the lobby of The Ace Hotel trying to look cool like all the other kids. Of course, when I finally find the time on my trip to look hip and disaffected, there are no kids in the lobby. The comfy couches surrounding the...

Cool Portland

I’ve been in Portland exactly five hours and I feel it’s cool vibe working deep into my bones. Or is that rheumatisim from the damp weather? I don’t know. But so far, Portland’s a very cool place. Look at the view from my hipster cool hotel...

Seattle Stopover

I’m at the Seattle-Tacoma airport waiting for my connecting flight to Portland. Maybe someone more skilled in Expedia-Fu could’ve hunted down a non-stop flight but hey, I scored a cheap upgrade to first class and enjoyed leg room, warm nuts, and hot towels...

Off to Puddletown!

Hey everybody. I’m flying off to Portland, Oregon tomorrow. Despite the fact that Portland has more strip clubs than any city in the US, I’m not going there to interview exotic dancers. After visiting Las Vegas I’m all “strippered out.”...

Open Fire

It’s the day after my nocturnal pity party. I somehow managed to get a few good hours of sleep and the bump on the roof of my mouth shrank to half it’s original size. After that good news, eating a decadent room service breakfast, and getting a good...

Fear and Loneliness in Las Vegas

It’s 2:00 AM and I’m looking out my hotel room’s bathroom window while I floss my teeth. As I scrape the gunk out from between my molars I look at the light beam streaking out from the tip of the Luxor Hotel. A cab driver told me that the...