Stephanie flew down for the weekend to celebrate her birthday.

We went downtown to the Standard Hotel to hang out at the rooftop bar and visit with some of Stephanie's friends.

The place has these big red pods with water beds in them that you can climb into and hang out or drink or whatever.

After about five minutes, I was done.

Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I prefer to have my gin and tonics on solid ground.

GUEST BLOG FROM DAVE:

B and I went Downtown to see the new LA Live complex across the street from the Staples Center (home of the Lakers).

LA Live is the city's attempt to have its own "Times Square."

This town is so fake that even our Christmas trees are made of plastic.

Every time I walk down Hollywood Blvd., I inevitably see a mixture of awesome and appalling sights, as I imagine everyone does.

This is kind of a highlight.

D and I talked about posing with Scientology Santa and sending the pictures out as Christmas cards, but we both have have an irrational fear of looking like idiots so we decided against it.

It's just now starting to get really cold here.

D and I do a lot of laying around in bed, watching tv because it's too cold to do much of anything else in our heater-less apartment.

We have the same taste in movies and tv for the most part, which helps.

We also apparently have the same hairline, which is disturbing.