Was walking outside our hallowed place of employment to grab what was literally my first actual meal of the week when I happened upon this lovely vision:

Yes, sports fans, that is none other than MMX LA's own Ward-on-the-Street, literally on the street, keeping her ear to the latest news coming through her very pink cell phone. Note the professional crook of her arm and ever-so-subtle tilt of the head as she ponders some super secret, naked, hipster art exhibit or other that decided to move up its showing that night across town. That moniker that looms over her shoulder was unintentional but strikes a fitting tableau of how we feel on a daily basis.

And lest any of you doubted, she does indeed pound the streets in striped knee-highs at a slight pigeon-toed gait.

Take a comparative gander:

What does this have to do with food? Nothing really. Unless any of you would like to leave a comment about how scrumptious or delicious Miss Alie Ward is. 

But I do realize—at the risk of totally freaking out my unwitting colleague—that I have yet again resorted to pimping her out for the benefit of the restaurant page. Something that has happened over and over, yet over, yep once more, and most recently over again. 

A.Ward, I'm your number one fan...

OK, maybe the title of this post is a little misleading. Sue me.

1.    Hall & Oates at the Hollywood Bowl last weekend was even more amazing than expected. At 60, Daryl Hall has got it going on more than most singers a third his age. And the hair! It’s easily the best in the biz. The almighty Spinners opened the show, so I’ve been spending lots of quality time with their incredible catalog via the Rhino box set “The Chrome Collection.” Awesome. So much amazing music in one night. I petition that H&O toss L.A. another date before the end of the year. More, please! And this time, they’d better play “Kiss on My List” and/or “Did it in a Minute.” I’m just saying! I’ll make a sign and everything.

2.    We already talked about the Underworld show the following night. Totally underwhelming is more like it. Color me disappointed.

3.    Only a few short years ago, September 11 was a somber, grey day dedicated to remembering the tragedies of that fateful day in 2001. This year, 9/11 has officially become something of a musical holiday, with all sorts of huge releases hitting the racks, from the Kanye West/50 Cent showdown (Team Kanye, baby!) to the latest from Hot Hot Heat, The Go! Team, Animal Collective and countless more to a slew of concerts around town. WTF? I made a stop at Cinespace to see L.A. faves Hot Hot Heat celebrate their latest, “Happiness Ltd.” with an appropriately sweaty performance for fans that bought the record that day. It was a lot of fun, but how can you not have a good time hanging out with my friends Graham and Rachel?

4.    That same evening I cruised up Sunset post-HHH to catch local glam-rockers A.i. commemorate the release of their latest CD, “Sex & Robots,” at the Roxy. That’s drummer Zach Young laying down the beat in the above picture. While I got there late and missed hostess Joanna Angel (raise your hand if you know who she is. Wow, that’s a lot of hands!), but I did catch the techno-fied trio tear through new tunes like my personal favorite, “Maria on the Moon,” which reminds me of legendary L.A. new wave act Missing Persons. The band is taking their show on the road with an east coast tour next month, and we wish them all the best.

5.    Forgive, but never forget. It keeps you from being bitter, but reminds you to stay on your toes. You can always indulge in mental revenge fantasies just for fun, though. Hehehe...

6.    I get to interview Patrick Wolf on Monday. Wooooooo!

7.    And I’m spent. See you real soon!