Well, you can't get more A-List than LA, darling. And here are some of my celeb sightings from today:
- Sanjaya Malakar from American Idol, tonight at The Grove, with his parents. N shamelessly tapped him on the shoulder and asked if he was on American Idol. He was v sweet and shy, and his parents looked v proud.
- Stephen Spielberg, this morning, at the beach in Malibu. He walked past me with a small child, having a bizarre conversation about the rocks. (I was perched on one of said rocks, watching my friend D surfing, while trying not to be run over by one of the overly energetic, enormous dogs racing along the shore.)
- Several familiar-looking Triple-Zero (or so it seemed) waifs, shopping at Fred Segal this afternoon (as you can see, I have had a v productive day)
Seeing as the friends at whose beach house we were hanging out count amongst their neighbours the likes of Mel Gibson, Danny DeVito and Jennifer Aniston, I do feel that my celebrity-sighting potential quota has been under-achieved, but I still have some time here left.
On the way back tonight, I realised that the last time I was on a beach was in 2003, and the last time I went on a holiday that did not involve (a) my family, (b) a manic city, or (c) a couple of frantic days tacked onto the tail end of a business trip, was in 2002. And the last time I went longer than 48 hours without mobile phone access was in 1993.
No wonder I'm so frazzled.
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