It was a pretty uneventful flight from Atlanta to Los Angeles. Martin Luther King’s son was on the flight, which was pretty cool considering the historic events of the past week.

I arrived at baggage claim to find one of those guys holding up a sign with my name on it. Ah, the joys of being a quasi-VIP for the day. He kept calling himself “my driver” and referring to me as “Mr. Cohen” and hoping the ride to the hotel would be “satisfactory to my liking.” It was all pretty surreal.

At the hotel, I was promptly informed that they had accidentally overbooked the hotel. So Olympian Shaun “The Flying Tomato” White and I (we were both stuck in the same situation) walked across the street and got rooms at the Luxe Hotel.

Got about four hours of sleep and in the morning met my aunt, uncle, and cousin for breakfast at Delice Bistro, an amazing kosher French eatery in LA. I had the super-tasty hash brown pastrami in case anyone’s interested.

At the “Celebration of Jewish Books” on the campus of American Jewish University, I hung out with Joel Stein, Adam Mansbach, Matthue Roth, Simcha Weinstein, Brad Greenberg (aka Bizarro Me), and even uber hipster Jewish author Jonathan Safran Foer. It was like a meeting of the boys club of the Jewish Literatti.

I was on a memoir panel with Mort Zachter, David Matthews, and Jessica Queller. Afterward, we all signed books for festival-goers (as well as for each other), then it was back to the airport where I just happen to run into Ron Wolfson, the head of Synagogue 3000, who is mentioned in my book.

As I write this, I just landed in St. Louis for the second leg of the book tour. More tomorrow...