Bill Maher and his Real Time pallies are family to me. I was just shooting the shit with Ridley Scott at the Real D screening room, but I don’t have a social clique to speak of and I don’t chew the fat with my Shenandoah Valley neighbors on my front porch and I don’t drink and socialize in Manhattan bars and cafes, which is another kind of “family” activity. All I have or had, I should say, on Friday nights was Real Time, but it’s currently on hiatus until mid January. And this is the time of year when you really value family get-togethers so I’m really not very happy about this.
