Skyrockets over L.A.

I just got home from a Fourth of July party at the home of the beautiful and multi-talented Heather Marie Marsden. The guest list was full of industry people, but I was well-behaved and only handed out two business cards all night — and those were to the same person. Well, he was with a company that publishes magazines and produces films, so how could I resist giving him a card for each of my vocations? Mostly, though, I just caught up with some friends, enjoyed terrific views of local fireworks, met some fascinating new people, and got my spine aligned by a motion-picture stuntman. Now compared to that, improv isn't scary at all, but I did leave feeling a little more upright. How many people can say that about a Hollywood party?