An Evening Out


LA. The City of Angels.  But last week I left these two angels on their own and met some friends out for dinner.

At dinner we sat next to my first official LA celebrity (assuming we don’t count Kat or the fact that I am 99% sure I saw Jerry Ferrara driving a mini van out of Culver Studios last week).

It took a while for us to figure out who she was, but we did.

Then, on the way back to the car, a guy walking towards me started yelling, “You scared!  You so scared!  I can see it!”

I was busy trying to eat a cobbler that my friend had given me for Paul, with my fingers, out of a tupperware container, while holding a bag of leftovers and walking down the sidewalk (yes, that is as classy as it sounds), so at first I didn’t notice.  Then I realized that he was yelling it at me.  I looked up mid-cobbler bite.

“Yeah, you!!  Girl, I see how scared you are!  I see it in your eyes!   But nah.  Nah nah nah, don’t worry.  You too poor for me, baby.”

Uh…thanks?  F you?

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