In my insane efforts to make up for a largely misspent life, and my guilt at being away so often and for so long, I will have overcompensated by perhaps overproducing. Simply put -- there will be more food than any reasonable person could be expected to eat. You will, however, be expected to eat it.
You will be happy at my house. We will all be happy together. And normal. Absolutely normal.
Anyway, that's all over now. Now it's back to the city, unpack the bags, pack the bags. Go from normal to the farthest from normal anyone can go. Sometime Friday, I'll be caked with leftover studio make-up, sitting alone in my hotel room above Sunset Boulevard, eating room service spaghetti Bolognese, or In-N-Out burger.
And -- oh yeah. On Sunday, September 15, I'll be watching the season premiere of "Parts Unknown." We shot it in Jerusalem, the West Bank and Gaza. I'm particularly proud of this one -- as it's sure to piss off just about everybody.