And she’s going to party like she’s over 21, finally.

I caught up with Amanda Bynes the other day at an afternoon mock-cocktail party at the Sunset Marquis to celebrate her Seventeen Magazine cover and clothing line Dear by Amanda Bynes for Steve and Barry’s.

Over fruit juice concoctions and strawberry shortcake I learned that we don’t not hear about Amanda’s escapades because she’s better at covering them up than some other notorious young Hollywooders, she’s just that good! But, she’s not boring, she’s actually pretty funny.

She said people have never caught her flashing her undies for the paps because ‘You shouldn’t do anything your don’t want your parents to see (hers read the mags) and your parents shouldn’t be seeing your panties.” Ok, will give her that one.

She said she doesn’t go out because “Every time I get drunk I puke, so it’s not so exciting and I’m not a big drinker.” Maybe she needs more practice?

Her favorite club is Marquee in NYC. It’s the last club she’s been to –on her 21st birthday last year!

-To ring in her 22nd birthday this weekend you can find Miss. Bynes livin’ la vida Las Vegas where she said, “I’m really excited to go dance in da clubs with my friends.” The festivities are slated to begin at Blush and then LAX, but her rare time out Amanda said, “We’re going to club hop to all of them.”

Cheers.

The Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards are on! Right now if you're on the East Coast and in a few hours if you're in L.A. like me. I think they may be my favorite awards show. The big buzz — will Britney Spears make a surprise guest appearance. Those in NYC will know three hours before me so I've gotta resist temptation and stay off the blogs if I want to be surprised myself — when I spend Saturday night on the couch being supremely entertained by an awards show of green slime and burping competitions. I think Cameron Diaz is still the reigning burp champion. Tonight she's being honored as the star kids most want to be like.

 

In the meantime I'm sending my friends e-kisses for a good cause at www.moveyourlips.com. Check it out, tell your friends and have a happy weekend ;) xo

 

 

For some reason this didn't post the other day, but...

 

Tuesday night I went to my first L.A. movie premiere. The film was called Nosebleed, written and directed by first-time movie maker Jeff Vespa. David Arquette was the star, and only character in the dialogue-less film. His wife Courtney Cox came to support her husband’s solo performance dressed down (to put it nicely) in black slacks with a black button, not tucked in, and her hair in a loose ponytail. She looked like she could have been in mourning (although still beautiful). The whole film was about David’s character’s nose bleeding, everywhere — from onto his steak, to pillows and even the walls! Vespa told me it was a metaphor for the character’s lonely depression. It was only nine minutes long. I guess ones nose only has so much blood to bleed.

 

Friday night I had dinner at STK LA — and sat across from Victoria and David Beckham on a double date with Kate Beckinsale and Len Wiseman! I’d love to know how long it takes always prim, proper and polished Posh to get ready each day. I was planning to go to Les Deux afterward but couldn’t pry myself away from America’s favorite imported couple long enough to get there in time.

 

I missed seeing Nick Lachey — who, like his ex Jess ,was also out with a football player that night, his BFF Matt Leinart. Where was Vanessa? I guess a guy’s entitled to a boys' night out.

I missed Lindsay Lohan Thursday at a party at Brett Ratner’s house I almost went to -- but it was early and I was late. I saw her at the Scandinavian Style Mansion Friday night. I saw her again Saturday night at Scout, a store near my house where Wayne Hadly was having a small party to preview his Autumn 2008 Collection. Neither place did Lindsay look happy and she wouldn’t take a photo alone. Both nights she cuddled up to the host instead, Claus Hjelmbak and Wayne Hadley respectively. Neither host was straight.

 

Last night was St. Pat's and I met friends at an Irish Pub by 4 p.m. By 6 p.m. I was less than sober, by 8 p.m. home and made the unfortunate decision to have some Thai soup for dinner following an appetizer of Jameson Irish Whiskey shots washed down with pints of Guiness.

 

Some of my friends made it out to Winston's where they were hosting the after party for the Stop-Loss premiere starring Ryan Phillipe. Sadly, like an amateur, I was in bed by 10 p.m.