I sort of intended to blog about my short trip to hollywood as it happened, every stripper-encounter, every meal or drink in a local hot-spot, every random celebrity sighting. It didn’t quite work that way in practice; work chased me down over and over, and I spent the majority if the two-days-three-nights in SoCal fielding […]
I sort of intended to blog about my short trip to hollywood as it happened, every stripper-encounter, every meal or drink in a local hot-spot, every random celebrity sighting.
It didn’t quite work that way in practice; work chased me down over and over, and I spent the majority if the two-days-three-nights in SoCal fielding questions and answering email.
That’s not to say there wasn’t fun to be had; but I didn’t manage to write any of it down as it happened.
When I say fun, of course, I mean, well, a celebs-eye-view of paparazzi action.
The party mentioned here was going on in my hotel wednesday night; I walked through the middle of it as I came home from seeing a show, after waking past an absolute phalanx of paparazzi to reach the door.
I was sitting in my room later in the evening watching celebs like Paris and Nicky Hilton, Gary Dourdan, Adrian Grenier, Gene Simons, etc etc, leaving the party and getting mobbed – and note that all those links are photos taken that night, as I was watching it from the hotel side.
I didn’t spend a lot of time actually *at* the party, other than walking past Elvis Costello and Diane Krall, Natalie Portman, Charlie Sheen and Jon Cryer, Matt Leblanc, and likely several others. The real entertainment was the view of exactly how insane the papaprazzi swarm was. Even when I couldn’t recognize the particular people from the back as they left the party, I could tell exactly how big a deal they are at the moment by the number of flashes that went off as they walked down the driveway.
It’s a nutty life, being a celebrity; seeing it first hand from the inside really drove that home. And it’s funny to walk into a scene like that and have every eye go to you, asking the silent question are you anyone?
If they only knew who they had in their midst! Fools! Wasting their time with the likes of those sickly Hiltons.
😉
Eve
Someone on the natalie portman forum:
http://natalieportman.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=1575
Just asked if the sighting of Natalie was credible.
My nine year old daughter all but knocked her down in front of the elevators; yeah, it was pretty credible. I’m pretty sure Natalie could show you the bruises. B^)
Though actually we didn’t see her *at* the party, but in fact before, checking in to the hotel. It’s entirely possible she was doing what I was, sitting it her room and staying out of the hubbub.
And that’s what I love about living in L.A. I find it amusing to live here and be almost completely oblivious to all this celebrity gawking going on around me. I saw ‘almost’ because I did make a point to go and meet Kat Von D and Joanna Angel at the Musink tattoo show last night. Aside from that, I have a perfect record of not paying attention to this kind of stuff.
Thanks a lot for clarifying that for us over at the natalie portman forum!