The great thing about blogs is that the posts are listed in descending order, so you can get right the latest post first and not waste time scrolling until your fingers bleed just to catch up on your favorite goings-on at Nanny Goats in Panties. The bad thing about blogs is that I can't mention a celebrity sighting in the morning post and then in the afternoon post start off with "Later that same day, we had another celebrity sighting" because you would have no fricking idea what I'm talking about because you hadn't gotten to the part of the first part, right? Plus, I'm waiting until the next day to even post it, so you may be even further thrown off unless I pre-date it so that it makes some modicum of sense.
In any event, it is with great trepidation that I begin (which is no longer the beginning, of course, thanks to my babbling on and on and on and so forth) this post with: "Later that same day....
My morning cohorts and I hook up with our friend Amy at BB#1, since BB#2 has yet to exist and BB#1 is more geographically desirable.
ANYWAY.....
It is I, this time, who recognizes an approaching celebrity and announces it to the table. "Is that Jeremy Piven walking in?" after which we get somewhat excitable and think half the people in the place are sure to be celebrities if we could only recognize them. Amy thinks she recognizes a guy in the corner from some soap opera. Erin thinks she recognizes Jennifer Coolidge, but it my claim on the Piv that is the only firmly established ID and therefore officially acknowledged sighting. Some of you with HBO may recognize Mr. Piven from Entourage as the notoriously aggressive agent. Others may remember him from Ellen.
And with my quota of celebrity sightings for the month met, I wouldn't expect any more until after Christmas if I were you.
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