On Tuesday, I decided to see 'The Invention of Lying.' After all, lying ("It's so nice to run into you! I'll call you later!" "Let's do lunch!") is LA's middle name.

I arrived at the local movie theatre only to discover that the film was no longer playing there. Whoops. My mistake. Fine. The following afternoon, I drove through Hollywood during rush hour (i.e. In LA traffic, it will take you one hour to drive a distance which would otherwise take you five minutes) to see the film at the famous ArcLight Hollywood, where movie stars, dressed in baseball caps and gargantuan sunglasses, go to watch themselves on screen, looking inconspicuously conspicuous.

As I walked up to the ArcLight, I noticed a red carpet outside the entrance. For me? Thanks! You shouldn't have! Oh, you didn't?! Well, a girl can hope, can't she? As it turns out, there was a special Variety Screening Series and 'The Invention of Lying' was not going to be playing. Really? Two days in a row? Was this some kind of cruel joke? Apropos of the film's title, it seemed I was lying to myself about being able to see this film.