I got I got to LA. I don't know. I think Saturday and the manager of the hotel, you know,

reached me to the house, comes to the room with me and the bellman has my luggage. The

bellman's standing there and the manager asked me a question and I turned to the bellman

and I said, it's Saturday, right? And I could see him thinking, what a fucking country.

Why am I carrying the bags of some of you? Just even know what day it is. You know, wait,

you mean he's saying he thought he shouldn't be working on the weekend? No. Or that you

were selling the bags of some of those know what day it is. You're so privileged that you

don't have the day. I'm so stupid. I just keep thinking, look at him, I'm more into

some of the day it is. Why should she carry my bags? I shouldn't know what day it is. You

know what day it is? On the road, no, I never do. Like I mean rarely do. I really do. And

I'm a creature of, you know, pattern and habit and I like the fact that on Monday I do this

and on Tuesday I do this thing and I'm Wednesday, you know, that's my life. But when I'm off,

yeah, I can miss track of a day and I think that's glorious, you know.

Well, so I carry my schedule, see, is this the day? Someone said you're doing this. I said,

no, that is on Sunday. They go, it's Sunday. But hotel living. I mean, you don't mind hotel

living, do you? You do? I do. I mean, I'm at the Beverly Hills Hotel. It's one of my

favorite hotels. Right. So I'd prefer really great hotels. But truthfully, I'd rather be home.

Well, I really rather be home. And it's not that my home is more luxurious than the Beverly

Hills Hotel. It is not. No, of course not. But also at home, I don't wait for the coffee.

I'm right. And it's not $20. $20. What for a cup of coffee in a hotel easily? Excuse me.

That is $30. $30 for the coffee in the Beverly Hills Hotel in the morning. $30.

And you're with the tip and no, just just for the coffee. 30 bucks. Come on. 30 bucks. I pay

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