Only in LA

I had a truly LA experience last night. First off, we left Baby Girl with a babysitter for the very first time. Not that it was too traumatic since our babysitter is also our doula, helped us out as a baby nurse during the first week, and is a good friend of ours.

Anyway, we had a babysitter so the hubby and I and a friend could go check out a new restaurant. Of course, this being LA, it wasn't just any restaurant. That's right, we used up part of our "15 minutes" by dining in a reality show restaurant.

Although that sounds like someplace where you'd be served by reality show has-beens (that's really ANY restaurant in LA), it was actually a reality show that revolves around a restaurant.

We had to sign a confidentiality agreement so I can't really go into details, but suffice it to say that a very angry celebrity chef spent a lot of the night cursing and berating his hapless staff of wannabe chefs. It was a really bizarre and hysterical evening.

When the show starts to air, I'll let you all know what episode we were at, even though there's not really a chance in hell you'll see us on screen. So much for my fame whoring...