Santa Barbara

I ventured north a couple of weekends ago with Lina Marcella Alvarez Acevedo to Santa Barbara, considered by many as the "Californian Riviera". Santa Barbara is a fantastic weekend get-a-way town with restaurants, shops, hiking, and ocean breezes. And it's only 90 miles north of LA.

Super Bowl Weekend

I partied in Scottsdale for Super Bowl weekend and discovered that more changes have taken place. But this time it's Jauch, not Sundino. Jauch has a new chick who moved in with him at his Dad's place. He admits that he likes crazy girls, apparently it turns him on, and she is definitely a crazy one. She locked him out of his room one night, and I watched him scratch on his door like a kitten and whisper "Baby, can I please come in?". Uhhh, dude, I'm pretty sure this is your house and that's your room, you shouldn't have to ask. It was a painful thing to watch; a new low for Jauch and a black eye for men everywhere. He followed things up the next night by dropping off an energy drink to her at the bar where she was waitressing. It was a special request for a drink she was "craving." As Jauch got cursed out later that night, we learned that he was supposed to walk the drink into her instead of giving it to a door guy to have him deliver it. Live and learn, Jaucher!

Some people have asked what's the deal with the girl I have been living with for the past six months. Well, introductions are better late than never. This is Erin, she's 25, from Phoenix, works with autistic kids and also does personal training. We have a cozy little home on Olympic Blvd. in LA.

And here is me after coming seconds away from running out of gas in the middle of the Arizona desert, and then getting pulled over for "driving like a maniac" according to the cop, though he chose not to give me a ticket.