Shades of someone not so Chaotic

Okay, so last night I had the celebrity sighting to beat all celebrity sightings: Ms. Britney Spears!

I went out to dinner at a restaurant in Brentwood, and as we pulled up to the valet, noticed a few paparazzi standing outside. There weren't as many as one might expect to be following Britney at this point in her life, but enough that the huge bodyguard standing at the front door suddenly made sense.

We had to wait a while for a table, and asked the bartender who was there. "Britney," she said casually, and we tried to scope out the very dark restaurant in order to see where she might be sitting. Towards the back, it turned out, was a girl wearing a large fedora and even larger sunglasses (indoors, at night, mind you) and it was like staring at a page ripped from Us Weekly.

She was with another girl who appeared to be around her age, and an older man whose back was turned so we couldn't see his face. We ended up getting seated at the table adjacent to them, but our backs were turned away from their table, so we could only eavesdrop on what ended up being the end of their dinner. Britney left through the back door first, and then her friend followed minutes later, explaining to the man that Britney was tired or not feeling well or something. The man hung around for maybe ten more minutes, I think paid the bill, and left on his own.

It was very exciting, but the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. The fedora (over a wig) served only to draw more attention her way, and the glasses, which were ridiculously large and out of place in such a dark restaurant, made me think that maybe she was hiding tears. Regardless, she seemed sober and like she just wanted to have a decent dinner with friends or colleagues, and nothing about her behavior warranted any notice - only her wardrobe.

But then, I guess, it always has.