The Ivy

So me, jenny, and chistianne had a wonderfill luncheon at the ivy yesterday. the food was ok, but the ambiance was nice. oh, and our waiter was cute, and so were the two guys seated next to us. we requested the patio where the soft diffused lack-of-sun looked gorgeous, and all the beautiful folks can see us. half way through our meal, former model and star of Celebrity Rehab, Brigitte Nielsen was leaving the restaurant very pop-starly, and recognized a gentlemen sitting two tables from us and the hugged and chatted right next to ours. she's uber tall, and uber european-sounding.

so we shopped for a bit along Robertson Blvd and spectacularity occured as we were waiting for the Beemer to be delivered by the valet. we saw paparazzi and giant light diffusers in the middle of an intersection...so you know we had to see who it was. who shops on robertson? nearly every celebrity that resides in LA. well, it was our dearest Lindsey Lohan. she was surrounded by the paparazzi and it took forever and a half to walk from point A to point B because they wouldn't stop taking pictures. she was headed to the ivy to have lunch. she and her entourage stood in front of the restaurant for a couple of minutes (she was standing an arm's distance from us) and then they decided not to lunch at the ivy and J-walked across the street, and naturally, all of the paparazzi ran as well, with no regard for the traffic that might run them over. it was a joke. so yeah, i have pictures. lindsey didn't seem too happy. almost depressed...either that or suffering from withdrawals...

after all of the magic, jenny and i headed to Fred Segal and we parked next to a Cadillac DTS (i know, very old white people) that belonged to Jonah Hill, who i think is annoying, but i did find him a little bit amusing in Forgetting Sarah Marshall.