Gareth had to work late last night, so after Megan's gymnastics class, we grabbed a bite with her friend Tina and her dad, Tim.
Tim had a 7:30 appointment at his home with a contractor and the girls wanted to go to CPK, so we drove to the one in Studio City.
"Isn't that Kathy Najimy?" whispered Tim.
Sure enough, the comedienne was seated a few tables away from us. She seemed to be enjoying a nice dinner with her family.
As I've said before, celebrity sightings in L.A. are like earthquakes -- you know you'll have one, but you can never predict where or when. Stores and restaurants in Studio City are a good place to start -- it's the entertainment industry's equivalent of a middle-class neighborhood. No movie stars, but plenty of familiar television faces... and we've seen quite a few at this CPK.
After dinner, while enjoying dessert at Cold Stone Creamery downstairs, our old "friend" Adrienne Barbeau walked by. (Her twins used to attend karate classes with Megan; Tanya is still there with them).
Tim shook his head. "I see her everywhere," he said. "And she never says 'hi,' so I don't even bother any more."
L.A. natives know that when you see someone famous, the thing to do is to pretend you don't see him at all. I guess Adrienne thinks that should apply even when you kind of know her.
My husband has never mastered that rule. I told Tim about the time we saw Sylvester Stallone talking to some friends outside a neighborhood golf course. Gareth stared, made a U-turn, drove by and stared again, and then made a second U-turn, while I cringed in the passenger seat. Of course, this was several years ago -- before he made "Judge Dredd."
Oh well. It isn't every day you get a celebrity "two-fer."