Dear Kellan Lutz,

Dear Kellan Lutz,

Who do you think you are?

Celebrities. Even if they’re not as big as Twilight star Kellan Lutz they think they are equivalent to Gandhi.

Take Jillian Michaels for example. I was having a quite lunch at Fred Segal. there must have been at least two other tables filled and she puts on her sunglasses.

Really? Who are you? Or more importantly who do you think you are? I understand that some celebs don’t want attention, and that’s fine. But let’s talk about last night.

My friend Channing drove down from Orange County to see our friend Joseph who we studied abroad with in Italy. We went to a few bars in Santa Monica then ended up in Venice.

Allegedly they have a good bar scene. But the only thing that comes to mind is the jenky boardwalk lined with bong shops and t-shirt stands. Oh and who can forget hennas? Lower back butterflies always a fave.

 Anyways, we for some reason ended up at Cabo Cantina. Having a ball, sat outside, when Channing says, “Lisa it’s that guy from Twilight!” Excited that we saw a celeb I tell Joseph who was confused who was behind him.

It was Joseph’s first time visiting California and it was lucky we saw an a-list celeb at 1 am, in Venice of all places. Kellan’s friends get the bill, and Kellan because he is a huge celeb leaves the table before any of them and sprints to exit downstairs.

First off, your no Rob Pattinson, dude. And second, it’s not like Chan and I would have sprung out of our seats to see you. I’m not one of those people who takes pictures or asks for autographs. Unless it was Britney Spears…My only exception. I’m sure he exited out the back door of Cabo Cantina.

Maybe Spago, but the Cantina? let’s get real.