Lauren Conrad was in Malibu for the Labor Day weekend where she basically walked into the ocean with some dude, walked out of the ocean with some dude and then was hit with a giant stick by some dude. This sounds just like my Labor Day weekend...only there was no oceans, or bikinis, and the dude hitting me with a stick was my grandmother. I kept telling her, "Baba, it's me, Alex," but then she'd go off again about how I was a Gypsy coming to steal her soul and soup pan and she'd whack me on the head with a tree branch. Anyway, how was your weekend?