Living in southern California means a lot of things; we do yoga, juice cleanses, we’re ‘sooo chillllll’, but mostly it means that we get to see celebrities on the reg. It’s not unusual to see Justin Bieber speeding around Calabasas or Slash eating sushi at Katsuya. Well a couple weeks ago, I was lucky enough to spot the one and only, disheveled Lindsay Lohan partying at a club in San Diego. The good thing about being in with the industry is knowing the promoters, bouncers and all of the bottle services girls who have the inside scoop. I was out at a VIP table dancing the night away at Fluxx nightclub and after about an hour or so I got an anonymous tip that Lindsay Lohan would be at the table next to me.
Rewind: We’ve grown up with Lindsay. We loved her in The Parent Trap; totally cute, talented, sober and playing two characters. But as we grew up, went to high school and graduated college, Lindsay grew down. “Started from the bottom now we here” ..more like started from the bottom now she at rock bottom. The infamous one hit wonder that is Lindsay Lohan may never make her way back to the top, shit, she might never even make it to a movie set again but we still hold on to those precious memories. In her current state, I’d way rather watch Lindsay partying at club or falling off a yacht in Cannes than watch her on the big screen anyway. So, back to the club..
Next thing I know Lindsay walked in, baseball cap on with a sweater and hoodie pulled up over her head. Um excuse me LiLo, I know that’s you; no one else would show up to Fluxx in a getup like that and be escorted to a table. So I did what any other girl would do, I took out my camera and started taking pictures of her. Not sooner had I snapped a couple of shots did I realize that my flash was on.. oh boy this is going to be a burn. So I turned my flash off and tried to get a couple more. Within minutes my camera was pulled out of my hand by her “body guard” saying that I wasn’t allowed to take pictures of the one and only. He proceeded to pop my sim card out of my camera (a little techy pro for a body guard if you ask me) and try to take the entire thing away from me. I was not about to stand for that. Like what the hell homie, why you do need to take my ENTIRE sim card away. Lets just pump the breaks a little. Those things don’t run cheap and just because I took a few blurry pics of Lindsay pretending to drink straight orange juice doesn’t mean I should be punished by losing all my photos.
I put my foot down and argued with this guy till I was blue in the face. In the end, I got my sim card back but was forced to show him every photo I took and delete them. I mean, I don’t even let my friends look at my pictures when we’re out because it wastes my battery, so why would I want to let some oversized body guard waste my time and my battery. If you’re not going to let me take pictures then I have some partying to get back to, thankkyouu. So in the end, I was robbed of my chance to sell photos to TMZ and by the next afternoon, stories of her having vodka put in carafes and wearing hoodies at the club were all over the web. That could have been me. But hey, that’s what you get for partying with LiLo.