Jus and I went to the Maritime Hotel in Chelsea last night for the best pizza I've had so far in NY, and who should be there chatting with a buddy but Ashton Kutcher. Three giggling models (its Fashion Week here) sat at the table next to ours asking how you spelled his name so they could text their pals. If he didn't have his cap pulled so low I would never have recognised him.
Finally, someone you will have heard of. Getting closer to sightings of the A list. I'm finding it helps if you actually go out.
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