My night I underestimated Justin Bieber & Selena Gomez fans on Twitter.

Two nights ago I smoked Hookah at a Kaffe Rouge off Ventura blvd in the valley where I met my friends Kristen and Anthony for a little dinner and company. Kristen rocked a hot one piece jump suit in a flattering and breathable fabric and I honestly was jealous of it the majority of the night. I digress. Anthony is currently sporting a recently cultivated hipster look, which I admit in the early stages was questionable but now god bless has been pulled together and I’m warmly supportive of it. We get two hookahs (there was a special), a bottle of Presecco and chat with our lovely server over mezze (Arabic for “appetizers”) occasionally singing whatever pop songs we had on the brain. By glass two and the back and forth between the Karma Sutra flavor (flavorful, then a slap in the chin with Rose) and White Peach/Melon/White Grape (my favorite, “slow like honey and heavy with dew”), I’m loose and warm. Just relaxed, you know, in the total legal way you’re allowed to smoke yourself relaxed in the USA. We all decide to make reservations to see psychics down the street, which would be the only weird thing about the night but suddenly Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez walk through the door. He looks like the idea of him. Baseball hat, red hoodie, sort of swagger walking through with Selena who’s cute and kinda hoping behind him in a short pink dress. Our waiter flips out with glee, Anthony doesn’t see him at all but Kristen does and while showing me my new favorite app Song Hop on her iPhone, gives me a side-eye in confirmation. By the way, I can’t get enough of that app, it’s everything. Anyway, I am not a huge Bieber fan, or really a Bieber fan, or can even sing one verse of one song for you at any given time. I think he’s talented, but we aren’t made to enjoy everyone. I tweet out “Smoking hookah and Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez just walked in!” to my small amount of fellow actor/comic/LA types for our mutual amusement and put my phone away to go get my Tarot cards read (give someone $20 bucks to entertain me with more me for 15 minutes). I didn’t assume people search tweets for Justin Bieber tweets and then retweet and favorite them resulting in a Top Tweet with a major trending topic and my phone crashing with notifications of more hate tweets than anyone reading this probably have ever gotten at one time (unless you are Casey Anthony or any other Bieber foe which I now have been informed would be someone named “Drake Bell” and that Mariah who pretended to have his love child and not Carey). I LOVED EVERY SECOND. People were pissed I didn’t take any pictures, wouldn’t say where exactly he was, upset I was tarnishing his pristine reputation with a “hookah scandal”,  it was hilarious and made for great fodder after my psychic told me I’d meet a tall, brown haired guy in my late 30’s and start to do philanthropic work. Anyway, I wish I could post a link to a TMZ picture of them exiting to fully validate my story, but alas there’s none. What happens amongst Arabs stays amongst Arabs I guess. Unless, I’m there.