By the time this post hits the blog, I’ll be on a plane heading west to L.A.! Here’s how I’ve long dreamed that my first visit to this Lalaland would go:
Step off the plane. Find myself in baggage claim waiting for my suitcase and oh, what do you know? Yes, that is Jake Gyllenhaal beside me. “What’s that Jake? You want my friend and I to come join you as guests at the yacht party P.Diddy invited you to? What about Reese? Oh, wait…. she’s out of the picture? WELL HECK YES WE’LL GO THEN.”
Okay, I kid, I kid. But I’ve been looking forward to this visit with my friend Stacey (we’re staying with her awesome sister for four fun-filled days of Cali sunshine) as the cherry on the top of what’s shaping up to be one heck of a 2009. You see, I’ve been pop culture-obsessed since I was a kid. No joke: I used to sit in the library and read back copies of US Weekly and Entertainment Weekly. Hated the idea of missing an episode of Entertainment Tonight. And to this day, I know entirely too much about the sleeping patterns of the Jolie-Pitts, but we all have our vices right? Mine just happens to be a *wee-bit* of an obsession with the cult of celebrityhood (Fact: For 3 years, I penned a weekly column about celebrities for our newspaper’s entertainment magazine 
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So maybe we won’t see Jake or Reese or any other major celeb, but I hope we see someone (and yes, in my mind, Spencer Pratt counts as someone). Whether we do or not, I know we’re bound to have fun and I’ll wear a mega-watt smile the whole trip that not even a giant snarl of traffic on the 405 could force from my lips.
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by Gail Werner
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