Oh The Stories I Have For You, Readers!

(or My Job Is Pretty Freakin’ Awesome)

Yesterday I had gone to lunch with a rep at one of those restaurants that hang up pictures of a grinning owner posing with all the celebrities who dine there. Jennifer Lopez, Chris Rock, Sean ‘Puffy’ Combs…there was no empty wall space to be found.

Factor in that along with what happened the previous night [that will be another post...let's just say it involves Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt, Jeremy Piven and the Duchess of York] and you have a very star stuck John. Everyone that walked in the restaurant was a celebrity I must not have recognized. Every person with an oversized ring was a star I didn’t know. This made me a very awkward person to be around. Especially when I left for the bathroom just to get a better look at the rest of the tables.

I only saw one celebrity I recognized. Christopher Masterson, the oldest brother on Malcolm in the Middle. Throughout the entire meal, it was like I was looking for a hit of celebrity to ease the pain of withdrawl [again, you'll read about why next post].

The rest of the day was supposed to be quiet and uneventful. Then I got a VIP ticket to The Daily Show. Co-workers throughout the floor were then alarmed to hear what they could only assume was a 7 year old girl screaming down the hall.

Friends. Can I tell you that going to The Daily Show, while in the front row of the VIP section, only feet away from Jon Stewart, is a thrilling. Actually seeing how the show was taped and produced was incredible, and going home to watch it on TV after having seen it recorded in person was so much fun. Getting to see Angelina Jolie for the second time in two days, however, was pretty much the coolest thing to happen to me since graduating college.

Next post? Red carpet movie premiere, after party and celebrity gossip.