I'm with Ryan Cabrera

And the celeb sightings just keep on coming. It would fall into the category of interesting if I actually had a story to tell, but no, I don't. Actually, I do, but it has nothing to do w/ the celebrity, I'm making it all about me. As usual. So last night I was at this work thing and met a few other assistants I'd never met in person, but only had talked to on the phone (and I always wonder what they think when they see me...does my voice match face?). Afterwards, they decided to go to some place called Element and although I just wanted to go home and read (nerd...but the book is so good and I'm almost finished!) I decided to go out and be social. Maybe meet new people I would never see again and wouldn't even really want to spend five minutes talking to, but I would, b/c that's me being social. So I left pretty quickly from the work thing, wanted to go home and slip into something more comfortable (no, not lingerie, jeans). I'm dragging this out- basically I get to the club and walk up to the door and ask "Is there a cover?" (not that I had any money to pay a cover, unless they would accept two sticks of gum and a broken cigarette as collateral) to which he replied "Are you on the list?". Oh, it's one of THOSE clubs. The ones I don't go to, b/c I like to get my rejection the good ol' fashioned way- through peer disapproval and low self-esteem. So I step aside, I don't try to talk my way in like the other douche bags circling the velvet rope- "My client is inside"..."I'm with Ryan Cabrera"- b/c I innocently just wanted to meet up w/ a few people and have a drink. Maybe two, I don't know. I waited for about 10 minutes, not sure if they were already inside or what, when ***Alert: Celebrity Sighting Ahead*** I see Avril Lavigne saunter into the club. No one even asked her if she was on the list! And you know what else, I don't think it was an 18 + club (I think there was drinking inside). I won't tell, but I'm just saying. So that was my night, I went home, read my book, went to bed. Like every other night. I just have to say, I hate that I even cared that I couldn't get in. I didn't even want to get in- but once I thought I couldn't then I wanted it even more. I wanted to sit at the cool kids lunch table. I was blindsided with this whole list thing....it caught me offguard. And I can't believe I'm still a little pissed about it today.

I just found this one line funny from Zach Braff's Blog:

Paul Haggis, who wrote "Million Dollar Baby" did the adaptation and I tweaked the dialogue a little bit.

I bet Paul Haggis is pissed. Zach- you wrote f*cking Garden State, he wrote an Oscar winning film...bit of a difference.

Michael Ian Black is funny.

R.