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Tonight's lineup: finally new!
Jimmy Kimmel: Kaley Cuoco, Jake Johnson, Annie Bosko
Jimmy Fallon: Seth MacFarlane, Mel B, JID
Stephen Colbert: Barbra Streisand, Taylor Tomlinson
Seth Meyers: James McAvoy, Rachel Dratch, Morgan Rose
Watch What Happens Live: Lily Davison, Max Salvador
How was your weekend, venthoolipals?
I spent my Saturday in transit* and now I’m in southern California for a few days, in a motel two blocks from the beach. You know the beach is my happy place, but so far I haven't been able to spend any time there. Yesterday was too darn chilly and windy — I hadn’t believed Wunderground’s warning of gale force winds — and today I sat in my hotel room and worked most of the day. I have vacation days the next couple of days though, flying home Wednesday afternoon.
*”In transit” is an understatement. I was up early Saturday after very little sleep, to take a bus downtown to the BART station at Civic Center, where I got on a BART train to the airport. When I headed for the exit at the SFO BART station, I discovered I did not have my wallet. I’d used it to get into the BART platform area at Civic Center station, so I thought I left it on the train. I found a station agent and told her my tale of woe. She took some info from me and picked up the phone in her little station agent booth. “They found it!” she told me. “It’s waiting for you at Civic Center Station!” Feeling lucky and grateful as all get out, I ran to get on a train back to SF. There was no way I could ride back to Civic Center and then back to the airport on time for my flight, so I rescheduled the flight — for an additional fee of course. At Civic Center Station I hugged the BART agent who had picked up my wallet at the station where I must have dropped it in my sleep-deprived stupor. So I took a bus home, ate lunch, did a quick load of laundry, changed my jacket, and did the same bus-to-BART-to-airport thing over again. My new flight was not direct to San Diego, but had me changing planes in Las Vegas. The flight out of SF was late taking off, and I had to run through two terminals, when we got to Las Vegas, to make my transfer.
Finally in San Diego, I waited for my brother coming in from the east coast so we could go together to rent a car. His plane had to circle around for an hour or so before landing, and then they had to wait on the runway another 40 minutes, surrounded by fire trucks, before they could deplane — something about needing to cool down.
Still feeling lucky!