In news tangentially related to Baby Girl McKendelsohn--or at least, her legitimacy--we're suing the City of Beverly Hills and one of their employees for screwing us out of the public park we tried to rent for the wedding last year. I'm representing the wife (and the 323--holla!). The case has been going on for six months or so, but today we had a victory. The other side tried to get the case dismissed (by filing a demurrer, if you're hip) and today the judge crushed it. I didn't even have to say anything--the other lawyer yapped at the judge a bunch and I just stood behind her chair and pretended to have sex with the back of her head. No, you're out of order. They are probably (hopefully?) going to settle soon, because on top of everything else they just had to produce a bunch of evidence which was not for them, shall we say, good. Nutshell--we accused the employee of being a liar and they just gave us a bunch of photos of her pants, on fire.
Don't call me a hero for single-handedly exposing bureaucratic corruption. Call me a hero for being a decorated military veteran. God--no, wait--Me bless America.
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