Yes, it's official...I paid $5 for a cup of tea in Santa Monica tonight, thereby initiating myself as an official Angelina. And behind me in line was this mysteriously beautiful and yet strangely wooden woman. It wasn't until I saw her drive away in her Porsche that I realized that her fixed gaze was probably a Botox-induced paralysis.

Nevertheless, it was a magical night. Steve bought us dinner at Rawvolution, a raw food restaurant. Yum! And then we strolled along Main St. in Santa Monica until we came to the Urth Cafe, where we bought our $5 teas. Woohoo!

We're like two teenagers in love--all giddy and mushy. It's nice. I'm happy.