J. Law tells crazy story of partying with Emma Stone and Woody Harrelson at an Adele concert. She's not like us.
Lawrence said that she doesn't go out much: "I'm a nana. It's hard to get me out, and when I do go out I don't really stay out late," she said, but when she goes out, she goes out, explaining, "If I do stay out late and I'm partying hard, I will throw up. I don't have the tolerance to black out; I just start puking."
With perhaps the greatest segway of all time, she explains to her Bazaar interviewer:
Ask Emma Stone.
It was the night we saw Adele in L.A. She just started rubbing my back. She was really sweet. I was like, 'Get out of here. It's so gross.'"
Add to that party compadre Woody Harrelson.
"Woody cut his foot. He stayed over in one of my guest bedrooms, but that's where I started puking. I broke a candle because I can't just puke like a normal person—I flay my arms everywhere. And I didn't clean it up because I'm an asshole. The next day he cut his foot open. I was like, 'Fuck, am I going to get sued?' And he's like, 'Are you going to ask if I'm okay?'"
She demurely sips her tea.
"That night got crazy."
I suggest that the next time Lawrence embraces the porcelain, Adele should be in the corner singing as a distraction.
"Yeah!" She laughs. "She would be totally up for it."