So The Girlfriend™ and I went up to Malibu for a sweet Fourth of July party on the beach with Nicole and Lori, and it was actually right up the beach from Adam Sandler’s place — when a couple of people came back from a walk on the beach saying they’d seen him at his beachhouse just a little ways up, a handful of us headed up to see his place and him.  He had a frizzy Jewfro and a goatee and was wearing bright lime green shorts. 

We had a great time (photographic evidence here, as usual)… except for That Guy.  There was one of those douchebags there who pretty much epitomizes everything I hate about Los Angeles — not only would he not shut up, but he wouldn’t stop spewing crap that he was obviously pulling out of his ass, and he wouldn’t stop name-dropping.  It got to the point where I got up and said quietly to The Girlfriend™, “I have to leave this area right now because there is way too much douchebaggery going on here, I’ll be inside for a few minutes.” I did return eventually, and I will admit that The Girlfriend™ might’ve jokingly egged me on a little bit, so I did engage That Guy in a bit of an argument… in which he naturally was twisting things and talking so fast that he was contradicting himself and spinning everything this way and that, so I was happy when someone came out and said they were leaving so I could bail out of the argument.  I was ready to punch him in the face. 

Meanwhile, Live Free or Die Hard hit cable this weekend, so I got to watch it again (this time in fabulous HD!), and I happened to notice that during one of the final scenes when they’re supposedly driving through/blowing the crap out of Baltimore, there was a sign for the 118 freeway west.