And now for something completely different.

Two Saturdays ago was World Pillow Fight Day.

How did I know this? Liz, who knows all. How did she know? Uhh. . . Myspace bulletin from Angela?

Anyway, somehow we ended up downtown (a place I've spent about as much time in as I have in San Francisco) in Pershing Square. What ensued is as follows:



(P.S., if you click on a picture it will enlarge. Better yet, command or option click to open in a new tab, if you have that technology.)




LA's finest weren't particularly amused.




This woman, apparently, was a principal instigator.



Elizabeth Camp, true to form, took it upon herself to help with the cleanup. . .



And afterwards we had some gelato in Little Japan and, shortly thereafter, tacos on Olvera Street. The walking tour of Downtown LA was graciously led by Angela's friend David.

Gregg couldn't be with us because he was a couple of blocks away attending to the world's largest Slip N' Slide. But that's another story.

-jw