I was out with a few friends at The Bar on Sunset near Bronson last night, huddled on the tiny smoking patio out back, when my boyfriend pointed out Kirsten Dunst sitting on the bench a few feet away, chatting with some girlfriends. We were mildly excited by this ‘sleb spotting, since my friends are out-of-towners and we could casually pretend this sort of thing happens all the time in Hollywood. Way more exciting to me was seeing Kirsten and her friends vacate the bench they were sitting on and head back into the bar, because it allowed us to grab a prime seat on the crowded patio. However, after a minute, Kirsten came back outside and walked over to where we were now sitting. “Hi. Have you seen my drink? I think I left it here,” she asked sweetly, prompting us to scrabble around among the discarded glasses on the bench behind us. My boyfriend handed her a half-full glass, which she took, smelled, then sipped at through the straw. “Eww, this is Red Bull!” she cried – clearly it was not her drink. Alas, we never did find that missing drink, so Kirsten slunk back inside to buy a fresh one.
– Steven Corfe