Unemployment Diary: Day I've Lost Track

What does one do with no job and a mission to fog the creepy crawlers out of the house? Hop in the car and drive to Los Angeles of course!

11 hours is a hop skip and a jump when it comes to deciding whether to spend the weekend in New Mexico or home in Hollywood. Yesterday Amanda and I hung up our Seafair hats (this year at least) for a "grown up" sailing adventure in Marina Del Rey.

We call this "The No Pants Dance"

Ahh, it feels so good to be home!