I’m in Los Angeles this week* and last night found myself around a large table full of Angeleno friends, talking and drinking very strong Cadillacs and snarfing down delicious Mexican food. I’d accidentally left my phone at a friend’s house, but whatever: I was done with work for the day and many of the people I’d want to call were sitting in front of me, so I wasn’t too worried.

As the extended dinner/drinks session wound down, one of my friends pulled out her new iPhone and started fiddling. As I gazed on, another friend drunken observed, “Oh my god, it’s unplugged night! Ariel’s unplugged! I just realized she hasn’t checked her phone once this whole time!”

I was like “What? No, I just left my phone at — oh wait. Right! Yes. This is me unplugged.” I’m not sure if this makes me the laziest unplugger ever, or if I’ve just so integrated my Tuesday night routine that I subconsciously leave my phone behind.

*I’m in town for meetings some with people who might want me to host a nontraditional wedding reality show. It’s still completely unsure, so nothing to get too excited about.