A Proud Democrat

With the DNC happening right now in Denver, Colorado, I have been given a restored faith in America. I look forward to a change in November, because if I remain doubtful, I lose hope and that is one thing that Democrats can't lose sight of.
I was and remain a proud supporter of Hillary Clinton. She was my choice for President of the United States. She represented what I wanted in a leader of this country and not only that, when she was neck to neck with Obama throughout the race, she did not back down. I have never been more proud of Hillary Clinton than I was as she endorsed Senator Obama for President last night. Her speech was moving and reminded me on why I am a Democrat. I thank Hillary Clinton for breaking another glass ceiling, for believing in America's potential and believing in women everywhere, including me.
I believe the American dream should be available for everyone and I believe that for the last eight years, we watched a President squash that dream for those who worked very hard and settled for just getting by. I didn't mean to have such a political post, but I had such pride running through my veins, again that I felt I had to write about it. I want to be able to look for a change in our country and see it in the next four years. I want to do my part in helping the Democratic party spread their message of peace, unity, fairness, and strength. Voting for a Democrat in the White House, no matter if it wasn't my primary choice, is better than a vote for the next four years to be like the last eight years.
Bring on November and bring on change and bring on Obama/Biden '08 and bring on the return of Democrats not backing down!
Below is a clip of Hillary delivering her DNC speech last night:




And below this is a clip taken from President Clinton's first Inauguration ball. Another fabulous memory of feeling hopeful and excited for watching change happen to our country. Enjoy!

No Sleep Til'...

This weekend was a bit of a rough one when it came time for rest. I am always one of those people who try to cram so much in during the two days a week that I have off, that I never seem to get any rest and wind up exhausted by the time Tuesday rolls around. It started on Friday night, when a couple of friends were hosting a "Farewell to Summer" party at this bar in North Hollywood. I went, it was fun and I was going to be very good and try to leave by 11 so I could surf at 6:30 am the next morning. I did manage to have a good time and then leave early. I got home, got ready for bed and realized my phone was left at the bar. I felt terrible. By this time, it as 1:20 am. I put on some clothes and drove all the way back to the bar. By this time, my friends had left and the place turned into what looked like a prisoners' after-party hang-out. I got shoved inside by an overzealous bouncer who was afraid the cops patrolling the neighborhood would fine him for overcrowding, then I got cat called by scary guys left and right. My group had left and all that was left was what looked like the casting for "Dangerous Minds Part II". The bartender didn't have my phone and so I left. Feeling terrible, for losing my phone and for being in such a gross place so late at night.
I checked my email when I got home and had a message from my friend, Meredith who told me she had my phone. I was completely relieved. Such a terrible feeling to not have your one and only phone.
I relied on my mental alarm clock to wake me up for surfing, but that was after only getting a couple of hours of sleep. I surfed, the waves were not great, but they were manageable. After that, I had to get ready for a friend's birthday party in West Los Angeles. After that, I had three other parties to attend, but got home and couldn't move. I literally couldn't peel myself off the couch. I was exhausted. I cancelled out and watched most of the epic "Giant". Great movie and want to finish it this week.
Today, I played a concussive game of tennis in Malibu, rushed home to get ready to drive over the hill and pick up my friend Morgan and hit the Beverly Center. I found nothing but a turtleneck. Not very exciting, but it was something. And now I count down the hours until I can take an evening nap after work. Lets hope Monday isn't a manic one!

A Boston Visitor

This last weekend, I was fortunate enough to have a friend visit me all the way from Boston, Massachusetts. Sarah and I hadn't seen each other in five years. I can't believe I am old enough to say I haven't seen a friend in five years. We met when we lived in the same dorm at UMass-Amherst. We stayed in touch and would get reacquainted whenever I would visit New England. But, now we had busy lives that included grown-up jobs. Crazy how life works out that way.
Anyway, her visit was very fun and the time flew by. It was an exhausting weekend full of Los Angeles sites and catching up. Makes me miss the friends who knew me before my Hollywood journey, even more. I am thankful for the amazing friends I have met in my short time living out here in LA, but when it's a friend that you can recall such great memories with, it makes the whole reunion that much sweeter.

Morning with The Hoff

Sometimes my job can be boring and simply eight hours behind a desk. Sometimes, it can be hectic filled with meetings all over the place followed by strict deadlines. And sometimes, my job can be a lot fun. I like days like that. For example, this morning I had to be in Malibu at 9 for a video piece titled, "Ask The Hoff". The reason I had to be in Malibu was I had to report to duty at David Hasselhoff's very-own Malibu beach house. I had produced the same feature last year, but at his house in the Mountaingate Estates in the hills. But, the beach house was something I had only dreamed of being invited to. It was something out of the movies. The waves literally came crashing right below his desk. When I joked that I should have brought my surfboard and call it a day, he offered up the invitation that any time I wanted a place to surf, I could use the house. Something tells me has forgotten that invitation by now. Oh well, at least he gave me a story.
While shooting the segment with my video producer, I also played David's assistant. I answered his phone, took messages. Meanwhile, he never stops. He truly is one of the hardest working men in show business and I guess that is how he has managed to stay relevant all these years. I give the man credit, his brain goes a hundred miles a minute thinking of ideas and contacts and ways to get his name spread to even further.
The shoot wrapped up at around 10.30 and I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek for all of my hard work. Thanks, Hoff! Look for the feature on NBC.com in September. Can't wait to see how the finished product turned out.