April 13th, 2004 
Easter weekend in LA was, summed up in three words, delightful. Milo and Yoda are fat but Caleb and Emily are skinny so it all evens out. (“in the wash” as my sister-in-law might add)
Met a dumptruck load of people I didn’t know, at a party for people I hadn’t seen before. They were nice, no one tried to bite me. Also met Erin, who, up to the point we were introduced, was a complete stranger who just so happens to read this very blog, and it was her birthday, so she had that going for her too.
The traditional brunch at Ocean Ave Seafood was again a smash hit. Mental note: when I’m on death row for the mistaken murder of a theiving homeless man from Detroit, and they ask for a last meal, I think I’ll request those little waffles. To die for.
And if that wasn’t enough wiz bang fun, Brenna made me an easter basket. Sweet. Not to be outdone, I returned home to find a second goodie bag from my momma… filled with candy and a book on how to insult cab drivers in Italian.
