Ok good people. Back from the dead. I know I promised a bountiful Fall, and I still intend to, but due to a technical issue, my access to my blog is not quite as often as before (read: work now blocks the site).
Anyway, my dear sister Beth (aka, "Bef") was in town this week, en route to San Diego. So Bubba and I decided to splurge, and take her to the Ivy. The Ivy is located on swanky Roberston St., on the Hollywood, Beverly Hills border. It is a tabloid mecca. Literally, lining the streets are the good folks from Us, People, the Enquirer, TMZ and so on. To the point where Bubba and Bef made sure to look extra snappy, should they find themselves in the background of an US Weekly Photo in the, "They're Just Like Us" section.
As usual, it was a typical beautiful day out here, and after I greased the host a ten-ski, we got ourselves a piece of prime Ivy real estate, front and center on the boulevard, outside under an umbrella. The ACTUAL celeb sightings were marginal, (I DID spot and introduce myself to Lamar Odom of the Lakers. "Lamar Odom! Big fan!" like Stuttering John back in his prime) but EVERYONE there was either someone LOOKING for celebrities, or WANTING to look LIKE a celebrity. And no one epitomized the experience better than one Phoebe Price.
"Who is Phoebe Price" you ask? Good question. We sure as hell didn't. Alls we knew was, this woman two tables over was CLEARLY trying to be seen by somebody. Anybody. We polled ourselves. Not a clue. We polled the tables on either side of us. Zilch. When she left, we saw the TMZ cameras descend upon her. Why? Who IS this woman? Well, thanks to Bef's painstaking research, we now know:
http://www.tmz.com/2007/09/28/phoebe-shows-her-cupcakes/
1 comment:
LOL I still don't know who she is.
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