"This feels so strange, just going to chill at a friend's house instead of out to the bar," I told my mom, on the phone last night. "I don't even know who I am right now!"
"It is Sunday," she replied.
"Woman, this is LA," I reminded her. "Every night is Friday night."
"Uh -" I could hear her open and close her mouth as she searched - in vain - for a response, once again rendered speechless by the knowledge of her baby boi regularly running rampant 2,000 miles away.
If she knew a sixth of it...