This blog is not for the light-hearted or easily offended. If either one of those descriptions applies to you, i would suggest you start drinking before you read this blog. A sense of humor is suggested. If you don't have one that sucks for you … find one and get a life!
(see if you can tell which two sentences Keely wrote … Still in California by the way)
The other day I decided that we should do the quintessential California thing and that is: have lunch at The Ivy. The what??? Yeah, you heard me The Ivy. As you know, or maybe you don’t, The Ivy is a restaurant in Beverly Hills where the stars eat.
Or, I suppose if you read US Weekly and watch TMZ that’s where they SAY the stars eat. Truth of the matter is, we saw no stars. We did see people eating though. Plenty of overly tanned and overly made up people. Not made up in “I made them up” because they were real people. Just not real people who were famous, they just had too much makeup on.
So I was sort of pissed that they were no stars there but THEN I had a mojito and pretty soon my attitude changed. I was much happier and started enjoying the day a bit more.
I started telling Keely and Amy a story when they both said they’d already heard it before (at least 548 times in Keely’s case!). Thus, we decided to come up with a code word that meant this was a repeated story. I wanted it to be more of a phrase – something along the lines of “Keely is the most excellent daughter and person in general in the world, and also an amazing role model, especially for me – but Keely, modest and brilliant as she is, suggested just using an easily remembered word instead.
I suggested the word “referdum.” I don’t know why I suggested that word but it had a nice flow to it. So we all agreed on the word and I ordered another mojito and the day got more and more excellent. As I launched into yet another repetive story, Amy called out “reprisal!”
Reprisal??? I pointed out that the word was “referendum” and we all totally lost it, especially me because although I was supposed to share my second drink, I forgot and drank than both by myself. If you don’t believe me just read the previous post about lip gloss.
Of course, the more I drink, the more I repeat myself and before I knew it I had “reprisals” and “refusals” and “reprieve” and “repetitive” (which, by the way, was probably the best idea) being thrown at me left and right.
By the time we finished our lunch, I no longer cared whether I had seen stars or not because I had practically laughed myself to death.
So there you are! My day at The Ivy. Not much of a post I know but I’m on my iPad here and it sucks to write posts on an iPad.