On Monday, I woke up to a strange circumstance in Los Angeles. What, exactly, was coming down from the sky? Where was the eternal sunshine? Oh my god. It was raining. I thought I gave up precipitation when I left Toronto. It doesn't rain here. What was going on? It was as if I had woken up in a bizarre, alternate world. Though, that made sense. After all, I woke up early to get downtown to meet Pee-wee Herman (a.k.a. Paul Reubens) and to talk about his upcoming Broadway style stage extravaganza, 'The Pee-wee Herman Show', opening in LA in January.

As I drove through the rain to Club Nokia @ LA Live venue, where the play is going to be staged, I witnessed three car accidents during my 15-minute drive. Amazing. Thank goodness these people don't have to deal with snow. I entered the venue, took my seat in the press section and waited to listen to Pee-wee and the show's production team talk about the play. Though Club Nokia is only one year old, there was a continuous drip of rain water leaking down from the ceiling and landing on the stage. LA seriously can't handle rain. Everything floods and people freak out. More importantly, my hair frizzes.