My book tour is over. And really, I couldn’t have hoped for a better “end of the road” event than Los Angeles. The reading was so much fun, the house perfectly packed, and I even managed to drag Andreas on stage to read his sidebar. Then I dragged Heidi on stage to embarrass her over her antics at our wedding reception. And then I cut up a penis cake that somehow managed to be even more obscene than the penis cake at the book release party, way back in February … which seems like a lifetime ago. I bookended the tour with penis cake and a Wai-Ching dress on both ends. I’m not sure what that means.

I’ll probably have more to say later when I’m back home, but for now I need to go eat more food (Inn of the Seventh Ray’s brunch buffet? NOT FUCKING AROUND) and lay in the sun and sleep and rest and be on vacation. If your emails are going ignored, that’s why.