Walk in downtown Disney

The past two days have been exciting for me listening to journalists and some of the nation's top experts in business talk about the economy, including the CEO of Disney. We covered topics from how to write a column; the housing bubble (hang on to your hats!); the prospect for universal health care; journalism ethics; venture capitol and more.

It's been really exciting and I know that I can hang in there with the best of them. But when I remember this trip in a year or two years, what I'll remember is the dinner I had with Meg. (Check out her blogs for incriminating photos.)

Isn't it funny that you can sit down with another person in recovery that you barely know and talk like you've known each other for years?

Tomorrow I go to a former coworker's house and three other former coworkers are joining us for dinner. They are some of the funniest women I've ever known.

When I was in school administration in the 90s I worked with them here in LA. One of them, Barb, is a distinguished looking, grey haired women (a former professor, in fact) with a raucous sense of humor. She drove a bright maroon four-door Buick with plush velour interior she called "The Pimpmobile." Now in LA, lunch is an event and you'd have to imagine four or five of us, dressed to the L.A. nines, piling into the Pimpmobile to cruise to whatever restaurant we fancied that day.

We worked for this guy who was really a jerk. A nice guy, actually, but always put his foot in his mouth. One day he was going on and on about his golf game. She remarked to him, in front of all of us, "You know I've always told my husband that golf is just an excuse for old white men to dress up like pimps."

You could have heard a pin drop until all the women fell out laughing. Barb is a hoot. So I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Until then, have a great day.