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May 11, 2012

City of Studio keeps me rockin' knows how to party

The leader of the free world came to Studio City yesterday for a dinner event at George Clooney's house. There were Secret Service people all over the Boulevard and surrounding side streets, police were everywhere, news and paparazzi helicopters began flying overhead at dawn and everything south of the boulevard was locked down after rush hour.

All day there was Obama Traffic -- a Los Angeles situation that involves citywide gridlock, mass complaining (also, coincidentally, the only real bonding experience we have in this city: "Were you stuck in Obama traffic?" "Like, totally!") plus protestors, weird off-ramp closures and minute-by-minute breaking news coverage. There were urgent messages from our City Council representatives to stay home and lock down. At about 7 p.m. I actually saw Marine One fly over accompanied by a massive convoy of military helicopters and that was cool and everything.

But the only important detail here is:

GEORGE CLOONEY LIVES IN STUDIO CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!

How have I lived in Studio City for twelve years (minus the Encino-Adjacent period, "Divorce Blue") and not known that GEORGE MUTHALOVIN CLOONEY is my neighbor-adjacent?

If George lives here, can Al Gore be far behind?

I did just write that whole selfhelpy crap about "... some dawns wait." I'm just saying is all.

Posted by laurie at May 11, 2012 6:12 AM