Picture it. The year was 2008. Ryan and I were in L.A. visiting Tara and Kent along with our friend Jason. We decided to do something totally Hollywood, and get chichi, overpriced drinks in a strangely decorated hotel: the Viceroy. This place was so Hollywood it has the calorie count for each cocktail listed on the menu. Oh, and everything is (was) at least 15 dollars. We went there to see someone famous, but got there too early, and left with nothing but a 100 bar tab and not even a buzz. Luckily, the drinks we had consumed weren't going to make us fat.
The next morning Tara and I got up to check the news, only to find that immediately after we had left Britney Spears had dragged her crazy ass in there, checked in, checked out several hours later, and then gone to Tarzana to shave her head. If we had only stayed a little longer, maybe we could have talked her out of it. Of course, then the world would have missed out on so much. So, maybe we could have gone with her and gotten matching buzz cuts.
Our brush with Britney is a story that Tara and I never get tired of telling. We were telling it again while I was in L.A. this last time, bemoaning the fact that, now that we're mothers, we will probably never get the opportunity to meet an insane pop star again. That's when Tara's partner Kent decided to join the conversation, and things got weird.
Kent: Was she really insane?Yeah, that's why celebrities will never want to hang out with us. Well, that and the poor and old aspects too.
Tara: She shaved her head. Her parents had to take over her finances.
Me: And she had to give her kids to Kevin Federline. I mean, you know it's bad when he's the better parent.
Kent: She gave her kids to the famous tennis player?
Kent: The tennis player. Why would he have anything to do with it?
Me: You mean Roger Federer? No, she wasn't married to him.
Tara: Although, if you think about it, he may have been the best possibility in the situation.
At least we'll always have our brush with Britney.