
I was supposed to be flying from SJC to San Diego to have dinner with Craig Venter, but my plane was terribly delayed.
So I scrambled, and rerouted to Burbank, where all I knew was that one of my partners could fly me to La Jolla later on. He was hosting a dinner party, or so I thought.
When the car arrived on Hollywood Blvd., I asked “Is this Burbank?” and the driver just shook his head….
babes in da ‘wood.
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