Movers, Margaritas & Ashlee S.

After a Saturday of unpacking for fifteen hours (the movers finally came!!) and a margarita-filled Sunday with old and new friends alike at Merix in West Hollywood (and more making this place feel lived in), I'm going to try and muster up a few words for your joyous Monday morning back in the office.

I have a funny story. The first celeb related story, if you will. I'm keeping my promise that there won't be an overload of celeb talk on SSW...unless I'm directly involved. Take Friday night for example. One of my new friends managed to drag me out of my cave late evening, despite the fact that the movers were coming at 7:30a the next morning, to go out for Stella or two (or three or six).

We spent the majority of the time at Birds, a hip little hang in Hollywood. But, keeping to the tradition of my continuing Los Angeles education, we stopped at one more place before we headed home. Just so I could see. A little (or not so little) English pub called The Cat & The Fiddle. We had a nice cozy spot at the empty bar out on the patio. It was one of those deep in conversation and not paying attention to anything else nights, however, we happened to notice Ashlee Simpson and her friends at the next table. I'm not a fan, but this was my first "sighting" since I've been out here so it was kind of cool. I left my sis a message (she is a fan) and forgot about it.

At one point we began to get silly and Jason (the guy I was with) made a funny noise at me. At the same time I started to laugh, a girl comes up from behind and goes, Um, did you just make that noise at ME?!?. He turned around and goes, No, I didn't make a noise at YOU, I made it at her (motioning to me). The world doesn't revolve around you!! So after I realize it's Ashlee making a scene on her way out, I whip (insert whip sound) around with my best smug look on to see her friend come running up telling us not to make noises at her friend. Then they slithered off into the shadows. I guess when the press rags on you all the time it's harder to take the heat. Even if the heat has nothing to do with you. Classic.

Anyway, we carried on, he dropped me off, and then it was sleep time. As it is now.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...