Last week I had one of the greatest and simultaneously bizarre things happen to me. I attended a girls night dinner at Nobu Malibu which as you can see was fabulous!
The food was amazing, the view spectacular but.....
Maybe you don't know this about me but when I tell a funny story I like to curse for emphasis. I kind of become a Mommy version of Louis CK.
It's a Saturday Night, I'm out with the girls, we're all giggling and telling funny stories when:
This guy comes up to the table:
At first I thought he was a bus boy. Then I realized he was a patron like myself. He asked me to stop cursing because he was having dinner with his two year old near by. At first I said OF COURSE! SORRY! Then I thought about it a second. Hold on. It's 9pm, at a super fancy sushi place in Malibu, the waves are crashing, house music blaring (how the hell can you hear anything) and you are coming up to my table about your two year old? HELLO? Then I thought about the BALLS it took for him to come over to a table full of gorgeous, laughing, MOTHERS.
He walked back and I could see who he was sitting with. That's right: HER.
You may remember this girl from this:
A very raunchy performance from the grammys. I can see how this sweet Mom was offended by my cursing in front of her daughter can't you??
I mean she's so INNOCENT. The perfect MOM in every way.
Celebrity entitlement is a crazy thing here in LA. More than that though, she should recognize another Mom trying to make it through this crazy life. And that's all I have to #$%%* say about That!!!