Am I in a Movie or is This Actually Happening?

This story starts out in L.A. Can you tell that I spent way too much time in L.A. for work? Wendy and I had flown in from a weekend in Vegas (some may use the phrase "bender", I prefer the term "girl's weekend") and we had a day to play before resuming work on Tuesday. We decided to make the most of the day. We went straight from the airport to Santa Monica Pier at 8:30 a.m. Who goes there at that time? Apparently only crazies like us as the place was dead. I mean a cemetery sees more action than the pier at this time but alas we decided to make the best of it. We walked around and then engaged in a heated competition of Skeeball. I barely won, but eeked it out at the last minute.

Next up in our day of fun was Mr. Chow's for lunch. Now this is one of those restaurants always in the rags where celebrities have lunch so we said why not? As we got seated and started to look around, we spotted the mother load. Robin Williams was sitting a mere 2 tables away. We wanted to rush over and talk to him, my God, it was Robin Williams after all. He had been at the Oscars last night (of course we watched) and on the Today Show this morning. Wendy and I had met celebrities before but this was a HUGE score. However, we had to restrain ourselves. We were afraid of getting kicked out BEFORE we were able to eat lunch. RW (our nickname for our new BFF) was off to bathroom and I stealthily followed him and exchanged a hello. We tried to play it cool the rest of the lunch, but we wanted to call EVERYONE and scream really loud. As we were waiting for our car to be brought up by the valet, out walked RW. We knew this was our chance. Wendy asked him if we could get a picture and he said yes. RW is very short, I am the same height as he is. His picture still hangs in my work cube!

As we drove away from the restaurant screaming like school girls, we immediately called Randy (Wendy's brother and someone who would totally appreciate our star encounter) and we shouted in incoherent sentences what had happened. All of a sudden, police cars and SWAT teams barreled past us and set up a road block. What was going on? Were we in a movie? The next thing we know they were police men getting out of their vehicles with machine guns and were charging into a building. Dorothy, we were not in Kansas anymore, we were in a shoot out. As we hung up on Randy screaming about machine guns, we OJ Simpsoned car chased it out of their as fast as our car would take us.

When we finally calmed down, we called Randy back and found out that a armored car had been hijacked and police were currently chasing the suspects through an apartment building, the very same one that we were just by. Who knew a day in L.A. could be so action packed?