Our annual family reunion... where we rub shoulders with both the tattooed carnie folk and the mega rich, multiple-house-owning, children despising elite.
be fair, the celebrity who happened to eat breakfast with us in the
wearing the same
clothes on both mornings was very cordial. And the management
staff made him wait for his table just like the rest of us. See the photo
of him in the background - sitting behind my cute little nephew.
hoping he doesn't think we're stalking him - esp. after my
brother started talking to him. Dear Spencer, couldn't you have stayed quiet??)