I would forgive you if you thought Ashley Benson here was leaving the laundromat, or CVS, or her boyfriend’s house after a marathon screening of Arrested Development, or her DeLorean (which handily ferried her back and forth between 2013 and my sophomore year of high school at a speed of approximately 88 miles per hour):

She is instead leaving the bar at the Chateau Marmont, where I assume several other guests also asked her how things were going back in ’92.

[Photos: PacCoastNews]