unreal.

The last time Carly and I were on a double decker bus together, not only did we have much longer hair but we were also galavanting through the streets of London. Our hop on-hop off tour took us to the historic Big Ben,  for fish and chips on Carnegie Street and to the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace. Last night we boarded another double decker but this time it was chartered by a friend of a friend of a friend and turned into a pub crawl.. or more appropriately pub ride. The sights this tour bus frequented were the historic Cabo Cantina, margaritas at The Pink Taco, and schmoozing of the guards, I mean bouncers, at Red Rock.  While these are not national monuments, last night was definitely monumental. Much like the bus in London, I also didn't know any one of the 75 people that were along for the ride but this random group of twenty-somethings instantly became my new best friends as we stumbled on and stumbled off at local hot spots all around LA. I repeatedly had to ask myself throughout the night if it was really happening but after dining with James Denton in NoHo Friday night, eating breakfast with the Beckham sons Saturday morning in Beverly Hills and grocery shopping with Jared Leto at our local grocery store Sunday night, I've officially decided life in Hollywood just can't possibly be real.