I heart celebrities

I just love living in L.A. There's a reason why they tape the Surreal Life here. Life in L.A. is just different. Normalcy is definately relative. Wearing Ugg boots when its 65 degrees. You betcha..that's cold! $300 demin? Of course, you live in your jeans, they have to be nice. Driving 2 blocks to work. Duh, nobody walks in L.A. Rain? You want me to drive in RAIN? Are you nuts?

So we're at lunch at the Peninsula (beautiful hotel, btw) and we're having a lovely time. The poor waitstaff were completely overwhelmed...I don't think they were expecting such a crowd at lunch on New Year's Eve. And the food was a wee bit off but its so pretty there I couldn't have cared less. It was a great birthday lunch.

So, we're people watching...they're putting inappropriately dressed tourists in the back (no, at the Peninsula you cannot wear jeans, and the ones they were wearing weren't $300 anyways) appropriately dressed regulars at the front and who should we see sitting a few tables over. The Hogans. Dad has his doo rag on. Son has this mohack sort of thing going with the hair, son's friend looks normal, daughter looks like a well-paid prostitute. But, even in L.A., where normalcy is relative, you still can't bring your dog into the hotel restaurant...doesn't matter what your last name is or how large the suite your family is staying in. That amused us. Or at least it amused me.

That's why I just love living here. No one even batted an eye that they were there. No one batted an eye that daughter was asked to put her dog elsewhere. We got more attention than they did because the baby with us is seriously the cutest in Beverly Hills. Normalcy is definately relative. Where else would that scene not even register?