I think it’s no secret that Liz and I live a very glamorous life. Take last night, for example.
The night was young (11 p.m.), and we were just getting back in from a night out at Dominick’s. That’s right, Friday night grocery shopping. Our arms weighed down with cheap, tearing plastic bags, we entered the lobby of our building. Our doorman helped us through the foyer and into the elevator lobby. The timing was perfect. Just as we were walking into the elevator lobby, car number 3 hit the first floor. From around the corner emerged a tall, barely-dressed, tan-in-a-can female. From the looks of her clothing ensemble, I assumed that she was an independent contractor visiting a client. (Wink, wink).
Boy was I wrong. She was just the Lauren–the leader of the pack, if you will. Within a matter of seconds, we were trampled by a pack of “The Hills” cast wannabes. “The Hills” are alive, and in our building. Like, totally.
Trixies and Chads are everywhere!
Left by Pam on January 12th, 2008