Storytime!

Ok I really debated posting about this, however I have been publicly asked to so I am.

Cristen and I decided last night that we were going to hit the town. We got all dolled up, drove to Hollywood and parked int he structure behind Grauman's Chinese Theater (where I am going to go see George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Matt Damon put thei footprints in the cement on Tues.). Anyways, after we parked, we were going up the escallator to get out onto the street level where we could walk around when suddenly two girls approached us. Turns out they were from MTV and wanted to cast up in a dating reality show (like Next) and pay us $500 for it. Stupidly, Cristen and I were running around pretending we were British, and they said that we had to have an American Social Security number. Bummer. We ended up telling them that we were heading to Teddy's (at the Roosevelt Hotel) and one of the girls was nice enough to call ahead to get us on the list.

We arrived, got checked out by the doormen, and were whisked past the velvet rope. Inside, Teddy's is beautiful. It has this dark, stucco, European wine celler feel to it, and over the bar is this AMAZING chandeler. As we made ourselves cozy in the VIP area (we were on the list) we ordered a couple of Amaretto Sours (drink of champions). As we were sitting and talking, getting our bearings, a group of guys sits on the couches on the other side of the wall. Turns out it was Brandon Davis oil heir who is famously known as "Greasy Bear" and as the guy who called Lindsay a "Firecrotch". He stayed for a while, then got "bored" and left, only to come back about a half an hour later.

We were having a great time by this point. Many people were hangning out, and we were dancing and meeting some really nice, funny people. As the night got older, the club got more and more crowded. Cristen and I decided to do a "lap" around the club to see who was there and what was going on. Suddenly, as we got near the enterance, Adam Brody and his group of friends walks in. As many of you readers know, I think he is gorgeous. Naturally, I couldnt breathe, and ended up partying about an hour and a half more before I got a chance to sit down with him.

As the champagne was flowing and the night was getting late, I was hanging out with another one of my friends, who knows Adam and went over to say hi to him. I (obvi) came with, and sat listening to their convo about how there are no good movies being written anymore. In addition, my friend decided to introduce me to him with the anicdote of how I was bragging about my legs earlier. I turned to my friend and said "Stop! You are making me sound so concieted!" Turning to Adam I said, "Actually, I'm not going to lie, I pretty much am that concieted." As my friend wrapped up this conversation and said bye, I got up to leave with him. Halfway through this getting up motion, I turned to Adam and said "You know what, my sister of off somewhere, and I don't really have any place to be, so I'm gonna stay here." (Note to ladies wondering how I could be so bold: I was on my 6th drink) We sat and talked bout what my sister was doing, how hot it was in the club, and a few other things. As he got up, I excused myself and rejoined my friends. The club started to close down early, so Cristen and I decided to start the task of finding parking validation. Eventually we got the security guard at Grauman's to validate it, turned down some after party invites, and trudged back home.

Yours From Hollywood, Carlisle