Celebrity Watch

So I'm hobnobbing with the elite here at the Ritz-Huntington... sorta anyway. Jason Lee is here. He's scruffy but HOT! Barry Levinson ate dinner at the table next to me. If you're impressed by directors like I am, that's a big deal. Then there is Mickey Rourke. He is scary enough onscreen. He was never anyone I aspired to meet in person and he was definitely not someone I wanted to see in a bathing suit or have flirt with me. He seems like a nice enough guy, but if you think he's scary in the movies, you should see him in person. He doesn't look human. I think he may be mostly made out of plastic now. Actors. Can't live with 'em. Can't shoot 'em... (Which reminds me, I came up with a great fucking screenplay idea on the drive today. ) I also had a very charming boy of about 8 flirting with me and bringing me flowers while i was at dinner, but that's a whole different story. This is a fucked up kinda town. Even the kids are weird. My life has become very odd. Still, it's nice to finally be in LA and be done with the drive. We were greeted by a typical smog heavy day, but even so, the weather was great. Sunny and in the mid-70s. I can get used to this... The drive was basically uneventful. I got pulled over for speeding again just outside the entrance to the Grand Canyon, but I kinda argued my way out of it. I was legitimately in the process of slowing down when he clocked me. I explained this to the nice officer and he saw that he had made an error in judgement and let me off with a warning. Maybe he just thought I was cute and wanted to hit on the chick in the cool Mustang :) Whatever his motivation, I managed to avoid getting another ticket so woo and hoo. We checked out the big hole in the ground (aka The Grand Canyon) and then made our way to LA. The speed limit is like 75 the whole way so we made good time and arrived unscathed... Tomorrow I'm going to continue to pretned I have $$ and am getting my hair cut here at the salon at the Ritz. I'm then going to sit in front of my computer for a couple of hours and apply for every job I can fucking find. Then maybe I'll let Mickey take me to lunch... j/k :)

"They didn't act like people and they didn't act like actors. It's hard to explain. They acted more like they knew they were celebrities and all. I mean they were good, but they were too good." -- J. D. Salinger