Now I just see Bob...he's cool (and good looking), but he's not Jillian, who I love, adore and (if i had the money) would pay to have her verbally & physically abuse me in the name of fitness. I go about my biz after I get in the gym because hey, got my own reality show to audition for here in a couple of weeks ("She's Got The Look" aka old lady top model). I'm in the stretching area by the group exercise class at the end of my workout and a whole crapload of contestants file out and there is Jillian. I had to fight the urge to yell "I HEART YOU JILLIAN"! 1. cuz I really don't want to get kicked out of my gym, 2. I don't want the hot guys at the gym to see me from now and be like "yeah that's the crazy who yelled". BTW, when I left the gym, they had moved downstairs by the treadmills and I heard her yelling. I can't wait to see it on tv.
Then I saw Andre Agassi at his book signing. I can't wait to read his book. I'm saving it for the plane flight home to ohio though. When I got my book signed, I mentioned how we met in 1995 and he asked "was I nice to you?" Of course he was. BTW, he is honestly like the sexy man alive and someone needs to tell People magazine this as they obvi didn't get the memo and gave the title to Johnny Depp again (yeah, sexy, but he's won it already).
Oh yeah...and then some guy on Santa Monica Blvd thought I was a prostitute and tried to pick me up while I waited at the crosswalk for the light to change and cross a street after my friend's band's show. Move it along buddy, just because I'm wearing a short skirt doesn't mean I'm a hooker.