The CEO learned today that I will traveling to wonderful Los Angeles on business next week and staying at the luxurious LAX Hilton. Aside from the boring meetings and the actual work I’m being sent south for, I’ve at least got at a few other possibly fun events on the agenda: a cocktails-n-dinner event at some swanky place on the beach in Santa Monica one night, and a “gala reception” (whatever the hell that means) at Sony Picture Studios the next. The CEO is not a swanky guy; I’m going to have to muster all of my swank in order to pull this next week off. My swank dial will be turned up to 11 all next week, and the gauge most likely red-lined. Wish me luck because I am going to need it.

I’m going to try to have lunch or cocktails (or both!) with a certain sister of the CEO one day while I’m down there. I’d rather she came to my hotel instead of me going out to her; her office is not really in the best neighborhood as I understand it. Sister: My office is in an, er, intersting part of town. Here’s the address. . . CEO: I believe I’ve heard of this ‘Compton’ neighborhood before. Perhaps in a ‘rap’ song of some sort? Just make sure you’re wearing neutral gang colors if you come to visit my office. Er, neutral like gray? What colors are ‘gang colors’? I don’t know. Good luck!