I met him today at the Copley Place mall in Boston. Pink blackberry and all. He was dressed in "look at me look at me attire" (definitely stands out from most Bostonians) and was thrilled that I did a double-take as he was walking out of Barney's and I was walking to the mall bathroom. I saw him again while he was waiting for his sister (who I guess lives in Boston) and just HAD to fuel his ego and ask for his confirmation that he was indeed Chet from the Real World.
Wow, the desire to yell out "Sue Motherfucking Sylvester" would be too great. I would lose that inner battle, and also lose my pancake privileges at CSBC. #janelynch
This is less surprising than say if Beyonce' was there adorned in a smock (which I'm sure would be some fabulous, be-sequined leotard with epaulets and padding in the patootie) stocking heirloom tomatoes. Adrian Grenier cashing out the hipster-burbers is kinda like seeing that cousin who was on Romper Room twenty-five years ago and ceases to let anyone forget it.
This however would not reduce the yum-factor of having Adrian Grenier touch my, um, box.
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Lizzie honey,
Eat a sandwich, and enough already with the spray tan.
You're welcome,
misslinda
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Leave a bubble of entitled hipsters living in grotesquely overpriced townhouses? Who would POSSIBLY want to do that?
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This however would not reduce the yum-factor of having Adrian Grenier touch my, um, box.
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It's true!
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