Rob and I went out for *a* drink in Hollywood last Friday night. The only thing was we took a little while getting to Cabo Cantina, where we were meeting Liz and Angie, so they weren’t quite there anymore. By that time, they were at Barney’s, which is a bit of a hike (ok, it’s just a half mile). But anyways, I had just paid a *lot* of money to park on Sunset and I wasn’t going to move the car, so our 1 drink kinda turned into a bit of a pub crawl. By the time we got to The Comedy Store, I was, shall we say, slightly on the gullible side. So, when I saw David Bowie performing on the jumbotron outside, I was easily convinced that he was actually inside…he wasn’t.