One of the interesting things about living in Los Angeles
One of my bosses took us out to tea yesterday as a holiday treat. We walk into this cute little tea room on West 3rd street (Fairfax area, near Beverly Hills) and sit down. One of my coworkers leans over and hisses "that's John Lithgow at the next table!" He was having tea with is wife, and they left well before we were done.
Last night Ev and I went out to dinner with his parents for his mom's birthday. We had just sat down in this apparently trendy restaurant in Culiver City when someone walks by us to a table at the back (which, given the rather small size of the restaurant, was really not very far away) and Ev's dad leans over and says "did you see? That was John Lithgow who just walked by!"
I almost choked on the piece of bread I was eating, as did Ev, who knew that I'd already seen him that day.
I hope John Lithgow doesn't think I'm stalking him.
Last night Ev and I went out to dinner with his parents for his mom's birthday. We had just sat down in this apparently trendy restaurant in Culiver City when someone walks by us to a table at the back (which, given the rather small size of the restaurant, was really not very far away) and Ev's dad leans over and says "did you see? That was John Lithgow who just walked by!"
I almost choked on the piece of bread I was eating, as did Ev, who knew that I'd already seen him that day.
I hope John Lithgow doesn't think I'm stalking him.