So last night, as Montez Birthday week continued, Caroline and I went to Cafe Med on Sunset. The food was al-ight, it did its thing, I was tasting it. The place is very nice and I recommend sitting on the patio if you get the chance. A lot of good people watching.
So Caroline and I are chilling at the place and I notice this dude walking down the street, from the parking lot area, and he looks familiar. None other than the DAWG himself, American Idol’s own Randy Jackson (the black one, not the country singer). He walks into the restaurant and past us (duh) to the party behind us. I hear a voice, “Hi Randy!”, non other than Regul favorite, Jessica Simpson, and who’s she with, husband Nick.
So to recap, last night I had dinner with Caroline, Randy, Nick, and Jessica. The fame is totally going to my head.
Speaking of head, Jessica looked prego’s! I wonder if she knows?
Hey, dude, sorry about last night. It was so embarrassing. We went there to eat dinner with you, you know, for your birthday and all, and Jessica sat down at Randy’s table. The whole night she thought he was you. One time she even called him Montez. I was so embarassed.
I thought Mike was Randy Jackson, or was he me, I forget sometimes.
Is mike going to get his stomach stapled too?
Did Randy say hi to you? Did he ask you for an autograph on his copy of “Ruff Life”? Did he huh, did he?