r u there blog? it's me, tracey!

hi kids!

did you think we were finished?  because it would be a logical time to end the blog (what with the title and all).  what i think i'll do is move it to a regular blog site b/c i can't bear to part with it just yet.  besides, what if something - you know - "happens."  i'm not out of the woods yet, just through the part with the stickers and bugs and poison oak.

i've been a bit blue, as you know, and too lethargic to write.  plus business drops off so much during the holidays there's not much to write about.  a couple of problematic clients got picked up on new charges which is always nice - when they're in jail i know they'll make their court appearances.  plus it solves the dilemma of trying to convince DAs that they're people who deserve a break:  once they've reoffended it is clear that they do NOT deserve a break.  as usual, the phone has rung with people wanting representation but lacking in the ability to buy it.  

so, imagine what a happy surprise it was to hear from my favorite client:  the Italian Millionaire.  i first met Italian Millionaire a few years ago when i represented him on a domestic violence charge in LA.  i honestly do think he was innocent.  he and his glamorous wife were driving around beverly hills having a heated debate about whatever europeans get worked up about (smoking while eating?  whether the wine was fruity or flaccid?)  while making a point gesticulating with his hands, he accidentally smacked her in the eye and ruptured some blood vessels or some shit.  her eye did that thing where the white filled up with blood and looked gnarly so they went to a hospital.  the staff asked how the injury occurred and, once she told them in broken english that her husband hit her, they called the cops.  next thing you know, Italian Millionaire was in the hooskow in his armani suit.  

after i worked my stunning legal magic for them they have been my loyal supporters ever since (i am currently handling a traffic ticket for him.)  they spend winters away from Milan in their house here - a breathtaking thing that hangs off the cliffs in la jolla.  i told them that i've had a touch of cancer and, today, the Mrs. Italian Millionaire took me to lunch.  but not before presenting me with a present:  a black, leather Furla cocktail purse!  nothing says Glad You're Better like an expensive italian accessory.  i was thrilled.  if only they needed a personal consigliere!  she said we should lunch again before they leave - i'm gonna try like hell to convince them it will accelerate my healing process to oversee their beach mansion and be paid to keep them apprised of speedo trends.  

finally, this weekend marked a big milesone in fletcher's rockstar career:  his band played House of Blues!  it was night featuring a handful of local young bands and they were actually invited to play!  they did awesome, even had a mosh pit going.  thank you to all our friends and fam who made the trek downtown and dealt with the parking.  i will post pix and video as soon as i figure out how to get it off my phone...

so, welcome to the new site!  here's to finding shit to blog about in 2012.