This weekend I went to a Shabbos dinner in a beautiful house in the hills of Silverlake with a hypnotizing view that makes me love LA more than anyplace, a cozy party in another amazing house that made me love breakdancing girls, and a jazz club in south central where everyone gets dinner on the house and everyone asks you what you play.

I'm tired, but now it's time to discharge the final, sacred duty of the holiday: eat 8 lbs. of grilled Polish sausage. If I don't return, know that I did it for you.