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I read once that wherever you may be, it is your friends that make your world. And that means that Larry, Curly and Moe here make my world in L.A. Actually, their names are LO, WetHead and Blondie…or Adriann, Stacy and Ashley. And even though Ashley now calls Chicago home, she’s still my L.A. lady.
This city of celebutantes gets a bad rap for being the holding pen of the world’s most shallow. I won’t refute that completely, I’ll just say that you have to weed your way through the muck to find the good ones. And they’re so worth it.
Day trips to Santa Barbara. A whole vineyard of wine drunk happily. First dates, blind dates, breakups, makeups and breakups again. Packing up, moving, unpacking and decorating. Horrendous roommates. Great birthday celebrations. Entire conversations spoken in code. Fights, pouting, huffing, pointing and laughing. Shopping. Cursing like drunken sailors on leave. Tequilla shots. Grocery store runs. Long dinners at the taco stand near the freeway. New jobs. Sharing hair appointments. Dancing. And always - always - laughing.
You have to love a city that gives you such loveable friends. I love you, L.A. (when I’m not loathing you, that is.)
It’s been brought to my attention that I have again neglected my blog and all 4 of its loyal readers. I’ve also started receiving emails asking if I am, in fact, still among the living. I am.
Keeping in touch? Yeah, not one of my strong points. I come to terms with it slightly more with each passing year and each frustrated voicemail by those I love most.
It is Monday and I have a plan. I’m thinking that maybe if I have a theme for this week, I’ll post more. And maybe – just maybe! – I’ll post every day for a whole stinking week! Half the trouble with posting to this thing on a regular basis, is that at the end of the day, when I theoretically should write, if I’m even home, my brain has turned to mush. I’ll sit down and think, “What to say? What to say? Hmmmm…. Budgets. Referral program. Loyalty program. Purchase orders. Invoices. …. Crap, look at all that laundry! Did I pay that bill? Screw this, I’m getting a glass of wine.” That’s how it goes. And then I ignore the blog until my brother-in-law drops it into conversation on a regular basis that I happen to be the worst blogger ever. *Sigh*
Not this week though! Because this week, which is extra lovely with breezes carrying the scent of flowers and sunshine lingering into the early evening, is my love note to my city. My ode to L.A.
And because L.A. often means celebrities to those that live here – and especially to those who don’t – here is my list of celebrity sightings as best I can remember. And I’m not including any cheats of those that I’ve met or seen through any kind of “industry” connections. These are simply what the city has offered up to me (plus one San Diego sighting, because it was my favorite). If you know someone I've left off, go ahead and remind me. I'm happy to make this an ongoing list.
Adrian Grenier – being his totally laid back self at my favorite San Diego breakfast spot, The Mission
Robert Downey Jr. – skipping (I swear) into Toscana to pick up a takeout order
Kevin Bacon & Kyra Sedgewick, Marcia Cross – perusing veggies at the Brentwood Farmers Market
Tony Danza – chilling at the bar in Drago
Milo Ventimiglia – lifting weights at the gym (thereby explaining to me why girls ever wear makeup to the gym)
Whoopi Goldberg – sitting on a bench waiting for a bus in the valley (Ashley can back me up here)
Fergi & Josh Duhamel – on a flight from Minnesota to L.A.
Seth Green – flying Southwest from Phoenix to L.A.
Kevin Dillon – stomping around a Starbucks parking lot in Malibu
David Hasselhoff – giving the “peace” sign to Pinkberry employees
Luke Wilson – driving a snazzy car too fast in Brentwood
Natalie Portman – looking like a lost 12 year-old while checking in to the Palihouse in West HollywoodJustin Chambers – buying the most hideous Christmas ornaments The Grove could provide
Henry Winkler – chatting with diners as he left Pizzicotto
Donald Faison & CaCee Cobb – getting in my way at The Grove
Isla Fisher – uber pregnant and buying ingredients for spaghetti bolognese at Trader Joe’s
Victoria Beckham – leaving Cecconi’s with her entourage
Fisher Stevens – going through security at LAX (I’m a big fan of the movie Only You and I bit back the urge to beg him to say, “Ittly!”)
Scott Adsit – dining at SwingersUpdates:Christina Applegate - buying books at a West Hollywood BordersHayden Panettiere (with Milo Ventimiglia - again) - pushing food around at Cheesecake Factory in Brentwood
