Okay, so you remember how I mentioned playing the celebrity “I don’t see you” game in Los Angeles and New York? This culminated for me in a classic game of this with Brooke Shields, who I used to see all the time at the Brentwood Country Mart (a place where Jennifer Garner also goes a lot), and who my dog tried to sniff a couple of weeks ago (um, he doesn’t know about the “I don’t see you” game, so he figured “what the hell? I’ll sniff her. She’s good to sniff. Why not?”)
Anyway, the universe must have heard me saying I play this game, because lately?
Nothing.
I mean, we live in Brentwood, which has got to have the highest per capita celebrity population of any city in this United States, right? And every day I’m on this site, and this site, and sometimes this site, seeing people walking down sidewalks that I just fifteen minutes before was treading to get coffee. You’d think there would be an unlimited amount of famous-person funny to go around. Dom DeLuise at your garage sale, anyone? Meg Ryan trying to steal my parking space? Yes. Yes! This is what people want! I need some "celebrities freaking out in Starbucks" to report, right? That would be awesome!
What gives? Don’t these celebrities know that it’s funny when I see them and write about how I pretend NOT to see them? Don’t they know how this entertains you?
I’ll be out and about tomorrow and the rest of the week, just to tell you if I see anyone intresting. But, you’d probably have better luck seeing who’s in my neighborhood by visiting the Celebrity Baby Blog, where they have great pictures and which I will not admit that I check more than once a day, especially when I’m rewriting. And, speaking of that, I think I’m going to be DONE with the new novel by the end of the weekend. Whoo hoo!