So I run into Dollie, of Jane and Dollie fame, and she tells me that she has been reading my blog. My particular type of narcism being driven by insecurity, I ask her what she thought of it.
Dollie- "Oh, I loved it!"
Me- "Oh yeah."
Dollie- "Yep. No it was good. I mean, you know, I liked it. I mean I didn’t read the whole thing."
Me- "No?"
Dollie- "No. It was just kind of like, you know, it was kind of like a lot of... long."
Me- "Oh"
Dollie- "Yeah, I mean I guess it makes sense. You’re always, you know with the stories, and they kind of...you know they kind of... Oh yeah, I liked it. It was just... you know, a lot."
All right, all right. In an attempt to keep the Blah, Blah, Jibber-Jabber down a little I’ve decided to run this year’s Valentines’ Photos with only minimal commentary. Instead of going to a swanky restaurant this year, we went to a fancy pants hotel for Valentines Day. A special thanks to Jor for getting us a decent rate at the Standard in downtown Los Angeles. I told Nick Dileo we were staying at the Standard and he told me how much he despised it. It’s one of the new breed of "hip" hotels and I can imagine it being a love-it-or-hate-it kind of place. I don’t remember whether Nicky hated it because it was too pretentious or because it was too silly. But the more I think about it, that’s probably exactly why Christi and I liked it. Somehow it was able to be both pretentious and silly at the same time, which isn’t so easy. Anyway, with far less commentary than the Japanese photos, here are a couple shots from Valentines day at the Standard.
Scenic rooftop pool:
The cabanas were these funky molded red plastic things that for some reason all had actual waterbeds in them: 
From here we could wave at Jor across the street in his oversized window office: 
Luckily since this is minimal commentary I will not have to explain why there might be a giant black foam foot in our bathroom:
And of course, in case there was any confusion, this is the paper you use when you take a poo:
3 comments:
Love your shit, man. When are you gonna write another book??
Did you really write a book? And were you taping Dollie?
All right, you have to promise not to tell anyone, but in all honesty I'm not Jesse May (hence the "Mike" before the "May"). There is a Jesse May though and he did write a novel about poker players in Atlantic City. He is generally far more prolific than I am when it comes to writing and doing poker related stuff that doesn't directly involve professional degenerate gambling. People sometimes think that I am capable of writing a publishable poker novel and they confuse me with Jesse. As it so happens I can barely squeeze out 2 blog entries a month, much less a novella. So whenever someone on the road asks me what I am working on these days, because they clearly have me confused with Jesse, I don’t think it makes much sense for me to dissuade them of this misconception. In fact it is my hope that vast numbers of casual Jesse May fans might mistype his name into a search engine and end up here. However, if anyone reading this blog is disappointed to discover I’m not Jesse May I do apologize and will be happy to give you a full refund.
Now as far as taping my conversation with Dollie goes I should probably warn you that I have been taping all my live conversations for some years now. It appears that as long as I don’t do this over the phone it’s surprisingly non-illegal. Who knew.
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