Whole Cranberry Sauce

It's a day late, but Happy Turkey Day all!

Before I start, I just want everyone to know that Matthew Perry is doing great. He fell off the wagon for a time there, but things are looking up for our favorite "Friend" -- maybe you've seen his Haines Spot with Michael Jordan...well, those checks have been rolling in as well as the residuals from his old sit com so anyone that says, "Money can't be happiness" might be right, but it sure helps regaining ones sobriety.

Hank got back from Canada on Tuesday and we decided to order out for Thanksgiving and have a few of the "Hollywood Bachelors" over for a little dinner. Guadalupe had the day off so I had to hire a few servers and bartenders for our little soiree ... also, had to take a run to Albertson's on Sunset Blvd and pick up a couple of cans of whole cranberry sauce ... bumped into Brandon Frasier and his wife who were fetching a pre-cooked turkey...before he became a family man, Brandon was quite the party boy in L.A.; many's the event I went to in the early 90's where Frazier would be doing laps in some producer's pool; but success and father hood have settled down the wild boy of yesteryear and I am happy to report that aside from the thinning hair and expanding waist, he looks great!

Also saw Joan Rivers and her daughter shopping for Popsicle sticks, "Binge and purge, Missy!" Rivers was screeching as they made their way, "You can't afford to gain any weight with awards season coming up!!!" -- Poor Melisa, the kid must weigh all of sixty pounds these days ... Melanie Griffith looked fab as she led her kids down the frozen foods aisle, when she saw me she waved me over and said she was heading out to Aspen for a little reunion with Don Johnson while Antonio is in Spain working on a film ... in the check out cue I saw Benjamin Bratt looking into a mirror checking himself out, he looked over and smiled and waved and then went back to his doppelganger, self absorbed narcissist that he is (I knew him way back when, before the face-lifts, the liposuction and the hair plugs; unbelievable twit, that one).

When I got home I saw that that the spread had been set by the staff we hired ... Hank was in the garden smoking a Cuban and I joined him and he gave me a little wrapped box which I opened to reveal a 18K Solid Gold i830 cell phone! I was so happy I flipped, "You can't believe what I went through to get you that", he told me smiling.

At around two the guests arrived. Eric Roberts was the first. Now, Eric is a great guy, no matter what you might have heard, and provided you don't mention his sister, he is good company and very entertaining...Eric and I met many moons ago when we were both young and hungry out here in movie-land ... everyone thought he was going to be the next big thing when "King of the Gypsies" came out, and then later on "The Pope of Greenwich Village" and "Star 80"...but for whatever reasons, his star never rose much higher and of course he was eclipsed by his sister Julia; still though, I love the guy.

Hank and Eric enjoyed a couple of pomegranate martinis, while I sipped some club soda and we discussed life for a bit, just then the door bell rang and Greg Kinnear and Matt Damon showed up. You won't read this in any gossip mag, but I am here to tell you the truth: Matt and Greg have been inseparable since they met at the Bally's in North Hollywood the day after Halloween; while the two had worked together in the past, these days once could say they really are stuck on each other. Frankly I am happy for Damon, ever since Affleck dumped him, the guy has been a wreck...yeah, yeah, I know, Kinnear is supposed to be married and Damon is seeing some woman...come on people, get with the program, this is Hollywood, and their are more beards in this town than at an Amish barn raising!

Dinner was sublime and afterwords we repaired to the hot tub for coffee and after dinner drinks. Matt and Greg got comfortable on their own which left Eric, Hank and I to dish about what was going lately...we were all taking bets on the Cruise/Holmes marriage...Eric wanted to know how much the Scientologists were paying Katie for use of her uterus ... Later on Hank asked me how the match making was going; Eric even chimed in, "Word's all over town about Stillman and Drea De Matteo"; I happily reported that the duo seemed to be doing well and were planning on moving in together, just then Damon called out, "Yeah, but doesn't Stillman change all of his girlfriends into lesbians?" Eric nodded his head, "I heard the same thing...It must be a real bitch to be one of the few 100% straight guys in this town, your choices are closeted dyke's or heterosexual chicks who look like lollipops." We all laughed but wished our pal, Eric Stillman the best of luck...

Frito's

Have you ever swum in a pool with Matthew McConaughey? Well, I have ... the guy can not keep his swim trunks on...

Hosted a little pool party yesterday afternoon and People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive showed up ... and like always, he brought his bongos and his stash of weed; the guy was toked and stoked and pretty much the life of the party...Barbara Streisand and James Brolin were the first to arrive and Babs looked great (did you know she travels with her own personal lighting guy at all times?), once she got situated on a chaise lounge in the shade ... Brolin (who looks even better now than he did when he was in his 20's) manned the barbecue - my god that silver haired devil makes a mean burger! Carrie Fisher showed up with Penny Marshall and the girls went ga-ga over Babs, fetching her drinks, bringing her food, touching up her make up ... McConaughey came with fellow party-boy, Anderson Cooper ... Cooper's such a sweet guy, he brought a case of Frito's and five bags of hot-dog buns ... Tyra Banks also showed up and unfortunately got into a little tiff with another guest, Faye Dunaway; Faye had been tossing back hi-balls and when she set eyes on the host of "America's Next Model",she proclaimed loud enough for the other guests to hear, "Darling, the fat suit stunt was pathetic ... you looked like the Uniroyal tire man!" and then she flung her Virginia Slim's menthol at her just missing her left eye ... luckily, Guadalupe's son, Ramon (who was bar-tending) separated the ladies and no real harm came to anyone ... As I was sitting by the pool chatting up Eric Roberts, McConaughey came up behind me and said in his thick Texan drawl, "Baxter, how's that water, son?" and the next thing I knew I was in the deep end courtesy of my guest ... it took about two minutes of playing "Marco Polo" for his trunks to float up on the surface...when Dunaway saw this she cried out, "Darling, Matthew, come in to the shallow end so I can get a better look!!!"

Toweling off, I had a few moments to talk with Babs - she says she is considering a follow-up to "Meet the Fockers", tentatively titled, "Mother Focker"; "Honey, I'll do it as long as that putz, Stiller is not involved - how did that kid get such a big carreer?"... I was about to answer when I heard a scream and saw that Dunaway had put a cigarette out on the head of Tyra Banks who was sitting in a lawn chair by the bar ... Once more, Ramon separated the ladies and things calmed down ... was enjoying some fabulous potato salad that Penny Marshall had made when I caught sight of Anderson Cooper coming out of the guest house with Matthew Perry - I think they'd make a nice couple, made a mental note to encourage this relationship ... Hank called so I passed around the phone so he could say hi to everyone. He's coming home on Tuesday and then we have to get our Turkey Day plans solidifed ...

Around dusk, an impromptu conga line started with a naked McConaughey and his bongos, leading the line; Dunway had his hips in a death grip and the other guests followed behind her as we congaed around the pool to 'Hot Hot Hot' - it was all so retro in a 1980's meets the Swinging 60's kind of way...

Later on, with most of the guests gone, I found that Cooper and Perry had taken off for that very same hotel that Stillman and Drea went to the other day ... Guadalupe had done a marvelous job of cleaning up the patio ... Carrie and Penny were the last two guests (or so I thought) to leave; Ramon informed me that McConaughey and Dunaway left together (you read it here first!) and that everyone else was gone so he was leaving for the night ... was about to go to my office when a deep voice called out from the living room, "Dex"; it was James Brolin, "I sent the little woman home, she's got a headache; can you stand a little company?"

I fired up the hot tub and got out a box of good Cuban cigars...later on, as we relaxed, Brolin said, "Do you remember that party back in , oh what was it, 82 or 83, me and you and Eric Roberts ...wasn't that your first time at the Sheldrake room?" and we smoked and reminised while the lights of L.A. glowed up at us from the valley below...

Ravioli di Ricotta

A bit of fan mail before I start:

This comes from my pal, Joey B, formerly of Piscataway, currently of Burbank who writes,

Dear Dex,
It seems you live the perfect life. Is there anyone you have beef with, anyone that you just can't stand?
Joey B.

Joey,
I can't say there is anyone that I really can't stand in Tinseltown. For every Mo Rocca and David Spade, there are a thousand Carrie Fisher's and Denzel Washington's ... yeah, I have crossed the paths of a few jerks, but If I have learned anything from years of studying the Kabbalah; when I feel the pull of negative energy, I just yank on my red string and all the bad feelings simply melt away.
Love to Mary Jo!
Dex

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Got back from Palm Springs on Monday and Hank returned to Canada for the remaining shoot of his film ... Drea de Matteo stopped over on Monday night, we had not seen each other since that time I bumped into her at the People's Choice awards a few years back ... Drea's a great kid and she loves to cook. She asked me if she could make a pasta dinner, I told her that that was a great idea and then I had a brainstorm ... Called Eric Stilman and invited him over; I figured that he and Drea might really hit it off...In as much as Guadalupe was off for a few days, Drea took over the kitchen and began whipping up Ravioli di Ricotta, a recipe that she claims was taught her by Edie Falco...funny thing about Drea, as soon as she starts cooking, she strips down to her underwear - Damn, but that girl cooks as good as she looks, and I had a feeling that Stillman and her were going to get along famously... While the food cooked, Drea and I shared some small talk and then I told her about our third for lunch and she seemed thrilled when I told her who was coming over she squealed with joy and said, "Eric Stillman, the guy who broke up Tori Spelling's marriage? Wow, he looked hot in that piece Entertainment Tonight did about him ... but Dex, are you sure he's straight?" I assured her, that as far as I knew, Stillman never hopped the fence, though I mentioned that he has dated several lesbians. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "So when women are through with him they become lesbians? Wow, what's this guy's secret?"

Stillman showed up right on time and greeted me at the front door, "Baxter you old so and so!" he proclaimed giving me a hearty hand shake and pat on the back... he brought a bottle of wine and a gallon of Diet Dr. Pepper and I escorted him into the kitchen where Drea was working a sweat up over a large pot of tocco de nuxe sauce. She looked up from her cooking and when her eyes met Stillman's I smelled something else cooking in the kitchen ... it smelled like love at first sight!

Deciding that I'd let the two kids get to know each other, I excused my self and went to my office and checked my phone messages ... a couple of suits from Paramount called asking if I wanted to do some some work on the new Travolta film called, "A Closet Full of Stars" - it was to co-star Jodie Foster, Tom Cruise, Kevin Spacey and Orlando Bloom ... also got a call from Dwayne, The Rock, Johnson who invited me and Hank to a party at his place out in Malibu ... Faxed the reworked script of The Flying Nun re-make to Tom Hanks (added a nude scene and several musical montages - as well as a sub-plot that included the Opus Dei - I figured what with DaVinci Code opening soon, it might beef up the script some)... called Diana Luxembourg but found out that she was away in Vegas for a few days ... was about to call Dean Cain when I smelled something burning...

Racing back to the kitchen, smoke everywhere, I grabbed the little fire extinguisher we had under the sink and set about dousing the blaze on the stove that had pretty much destroyed all of the imported tile that was on the back splash...the fire out and the windows open, I searched for Drea and Eric and could not find them anywhere ... It was then I heard screaming and discovered the two of them in the maid's room knocking boots-- my kitchen ruined, but my matchmaking an unqualified success I took a deep breath, closed the door quietly and made a few calls to get someone out to the house to repair the kitchen...

A few hours later, after Eric and Drea took off for a motel in Encino, the doorbell rang and carpenter, Carter Oosterhouse of TV's "Trading Spaces" was at my door. "Hi", he said taking his shirt off, "Drea and Eric sent me to do some repair work in the kitchen and they paid me double if I worked shirtless" ... thanking my lucky stars, I dashed up stairs to get my digital camera figuring I might document some of his handy work...for insurance purposes...when I got back down, he was working his table saw in the kitchen...the guy was amazing and in less than an hour the kitchen was looking better than ever...the phone rang and I ignored it ... several hours later, he had everything looking great and said to me, "Well I'm about done here, that is unless you have anything else that needs fixing"...I told him to grab his power-tools and follow me ... soon we were in the bedroom banging and screwing, and before I knew it, I had a brand new bed frame and headboard...Later on we retired to the hot tub and Carter asked me if I knew who the woman was that was passed out on the side walk at the end of my block, "I can't imagine you'd have vagrants in this neighborhood" ... I poured him a Tom Collins and told him the sad story of Doris Roberts...later on, after we toweled off I asked him if he'd ever been to The Sheldrake Room, he had not, and so we set off for the private club driving through the dark California night...

Apple Cinnamon Belgium Waffles

Still in Palm Springs, yes that's me at poolside writing today's blog entry (Hank took the photo, hence the bad quality and the fact that my head is chopped off-the guy can not take a photo to save his life ... and yes, I had my chest waxed...I was told it would grow back)... On the other hand, Hank's gone back to cromagnum, reverting to his hirsute self, check out this photo as he's about to make a splash... had a wonderful breakfast this morning of apple-cinnamon Belgium waffles at the Don Quixote Room and were joined by Bill Maher and his date, a lovely young lady who went by the name of Bambi (not the brightest light in the chandelier, but ol' Bambi had some fascinating tales to tell about Kirk Cameron and Kevin Costner)...played tennis afterwords (doubles with Merv Griffin and Denny Terrio - nice to see those two have patched things up finally) ... went swimming and hung by the pool until Hank had to go to the set for today's shooting...

Decided to do a little shopping at The River at Rancho Mirage, bumped into Raquel Welch (who looks great, BTW) , she was coming out of Verizon Wireless trying out her new cell phone ... stopped in to Cohiba Cigar Lounge and picked up a box of Arturo Fuente Opus X cigars and an engraved lighter for Mr. Man. Later on browsed the Bang & Olufsen store and ordered a new sound system for the media room at the house ... outside of the mall I came across, world renowned psychic (and five pack a day Marlboro gal), Sylvia Browne luckily I had a pack of cigarettes on my person so I offered her one which she lit with the one that was currently in her mouth and she said in a gruff but pleasant voice, "Dex Baxter! I felt your presence here, dear. You know the spirit world is strong with you -WAIT!", she exclaimed holding her hand up, removing the cigarette I gave her from her mouth, "These aren't menthol are they? I hate mentholated cigarettes".

I assured her that they were not and she continued; "Honey, I see big things in your future, my god, you need to come to my office and have a private reading..." she paused long enough to hack her left lung up and then went on, "For some reason I am seeing palm trees, Florida...South Beach Florida! And you and some one else, an actor, maybe a singer? Say did you fuc..."

I cut her off then and there and made my way back to the car and tried to call Montel Williams...he was not in, so I'd try later ... got back to the hotel and checked my email and saw that Tom Hanks loved my revisions on his script and wanted me to work on the next film he was producing (a remake of the old Sally Field television program, "The Flying Nun" as a major motion picture picture staring Calista Flockhart) ... it sounded like a stupid idea, but it will probably make a mega gazillion at the box office ... Guadalupe called to say that Matt is fine and she has him de-toxing in the guest bedroom and that she called in a Santeria holy man to help, "Whatever it takes", I told her ... she also said that last night, she thought she saw Doris Roberts passed out on our driveway, but when she went to call the police she was gone ... took a cell phone call from Shemar Moore who wanted to know if I could get him an invite to The Sheldrake Room; told him that he could come as my guest this weekend ...

Took a nap and when I woke, found that Hank was back and in the shower, joined him and later gave him the gift of cigars and the lighter...he pocketed two of the stogies as we dressed for dinner ...

Drove to Café des Beaux Arts for dinner with Kevin Spacey and his "friend", Billy Somethingorother (allegedly a camera man working on the film) ... Hank and Kevin signed a few autographs and we enjoyed a wonderful dinner though Billy was upset that he could not get cheese fries and a burger; I asked the waiter to bring him a 'Shirley Temple' to drink ... I don't think I'll be invited to Spacey's Christmas party this year...

Left for the hotel around nine and smoked those wonderful cigars on our ride back, the both of us singing along with the "Spamalot" soundtrack...

Chamomile Tea

When Hank called me this morning to tell me that he was in Palm Springs with Matthew Perry, well frankly, I was shocked. I asked him why he wasn't in Canada and he told me that two new scenes for the film had to be shot on location in the desert; "So how the fuck did Perry end up with you?" I asked.

"I don't know Dex, he just showed up is all ... look, you are going to have to send someone for him, Christ he was all over me like a cheap suit; my press agent had to plant a fake item in The New York Post this morning about it... said that we were with a bevy of girls in a limo staying at Gene Autry's fucking ranch!"

"As if!" I snorted.

"And I think he's been drinking again...come on, babe, I need for you to get him off of this set, PLEASE!"

I hung up and gave Ramon the keys to the car and sent him out to the location Hank told me they were with strict instructions to get Matt out of there and bring him back home ... I gave him my stun gun and enough percocet to lay an elephant low ... then I went on line and read this on the New York Post's web site:

November 9, 2005 -- ENDING up in Palm Springs on an impromptu road trip isn't a bad thing when you're Matthew Perry and Hank Azaria. The duo, traveling in a limo packed with women, arrived in the desert resort town looking for a place to stay. They ended up at the Parker Palm Springs in the two-bedroom Gene Autry house. The party posse re-emerged the next morning for breakfast at Norma's diner, where Kirsty Hume and Donovan Leitch and Bill Maher were at separate tables.

After this morning's drama, I needed to relax so I took some Valium and asked Guadalupe to make me some chamomile tea ... went into my office and faxed the DePalma script to Tom Hanks (which I'd worked on all day Tuesday), and then spent some time with the other script, the musical based on "Deep Throat" called, "Open Wide"; re-worked two musical numbers and wrote in a dream sequence that included as much gratuitous nudity as I could come up with ... took a call from Eric Stillman who was going bonkers when he told me that Aaron Spelling made a deal with him about the National Enquirer story about Tori that he was going to sell; Papa Spelling sent him the contract with Lifetime Television Network provided he killed the Enquirer story - it was a done deal and next week, Stillman starts shooting, "Troubled Waters, The Scott Peterson Story". His co-star will be Ashley Olson ... I congratulated him and then sent a case of Dom Perignon to his place.

An hour and a half later, Ramon called to say that he had Perry... had to tie him up and throw him in the trunk ... I told to make sure that his hands were free and to leave him a bottle of water and a Powerbar just to be safe ... a few minutes later Hank called on my cell to say thanks and he sent me this photo of him and Perry shooting dice with a couple of the stunt men on the set... said that the only way he could keep Perry calm was to play dice with him ... Hank said he'd be in Palm Springs for at least two days, asked me to come down tonight, told him that I would be there...

Went upstairs and packed an overnight bag ... finished that up and told Guadalupe that Matt would be staying at the house for a few days and that she would have to keep an eye on him... paid her triple time for this and promised that she'd have Cinco de Mayo off this year, that seemed to do the trick...

Since Ramon had my car, I took Hank's BMW Z 4 Roadster and headed out to Palm Springs. Stopped at Doc Johnson's in North Hollywood for some Astroglide and saw Ashton Kutcher and a some friends frolicking in one of the movie stalls, called Demi Moore's agent and left an anonymous message ... got back in the car and continued on to Palm Springs...

Citrus-Marinated Grilled Turkey

The mystery of why Matt has been trying to return to the booze was revealed today when I discovered THIS on the MSN Entertainment web page...poor Perry, why the numb-nut who was doing a piece on face-lifts felt the need to poke fun at him for the weight gain period a few years back is beyond me ... then again, the scribe who penned this piece is making 50 thou a year, while Matthew lives the good life ... I called my attorney and put him in touch with Matt ... Later on Tyler Florence called and said he was in town for some PR work and wanted to know if we could get together. Told him that my cook was off today, so why not come over and make me lunch ... he's such a fame-whore he agreed provided I have a few of my a-list friends over to enjoy the meal ... Made a few quick calls and managed to get Shirley Maclaine on the phone and invited her over, she asked if it was alright if she brought Jack Nicholson and I said that was aces as long as he didn't bring that skinny bitch, Lara Flynn Boyle with him, Maclaine said they were kaput and it would be just her and Jack; a regular "Terms of Endearment" reunion... seeing that Jack was coming I made sure the bar was well stocked and that ashtrays were strategically placed through out the dining room and den ...

Chef Florence showed up around ten and had a staff of twelve handsome men of European decent whom he claimed were his assistants ... my kitchen was taken over by this army of culinary hunks who set about whipping up a meal that featured Citrus-Marinated Grilled Turkey , mashed turnips au gratin, and various other tasty treats ... Once Tyler got everything coordinated, he joined me by the pool and we talked about his life... I'd met him back in 94 when he was just starting out in the biz, he was sitting in a bar in West Hollywood and was nursing a champagne cocktail, I remember we talked about his ambitions and after a few drinks we checked into the Hyatt on Sunset Blvd, and all night long, he showed me his best recipes; a few days later I introduced him to the owner of Cibo in New York City and the rest is gastronomical history... "I owe you, Dex", he said checking his Blackberry, "If it was not for you, I'd be flipping burgers in Bosie". We laughed and then gossiped about Giada De Laurentiis ; "That is one lucky bitch, she can't boil water, but well, she has other talents so, she has her own show!" Again we laughed and both nodded our heads...

Jack and Shirley arrived together at one pm. Maclaine looked great in an Oscar de la Renta pant suit that fit her still perfect figure, "Sweetie, how are you?!?" she said giving me a hug and an air kiss, "Is Hank still away?" I told her he was and Nicholson walked in behind her and said, "Dex, I need an ashtray and a good stiff drink, can you set me up, pal?"

One of Tyler's assistants doubled as a bartender and served up a scotch on the rocks to Nicholson who took a swig and said, "Keep 'em coming, Sparky"... Meanwhile Maclaine put her arm around Tyler and was making small talk with him ... I drank seltzer water while Nicholson and I talked about the Laker's up-coming season as well as politics ... Shirley said that she was not drinking as she has to be in tip-top shape for the European press junket for "In Her Shoes" which starts in a week ... Lunch was served at two and it was sublime, at least I thought so, but Nicholson kept asking for salt every time he tasted something ... Tyler kept his cool though... after our meal we took coffee in the garden ... It was there that Nicholson announced the reason he'd dumped Lara Flynn, "She kept throwing up in the potted palms in my driveway after a meal, it was repulsive!"

The guests left around four and Tyler sent his army back once they'd cleaned up the kitchen; we repaired to the hot tub and Tyler said that he'd heard this rumor that Rachel Ray had fucked Ricky Martin that time in South Beach...

Greek Salad

Hank left for Canada yesterday morning, so I am on my own for the next few weeks...yesterday afternoon I went to the Day of the Dead Festival at Forest Lawn, Hollywood Hills... spent time visiting the graves of Andy Gibb and Paul Monette (I was a big fan of Paul;while Andy and I spent some quality time together in Palm Springs in the Spring of 78...a real shame about him) ... saw Molly Ringwald there mourning the death of her career no doubt...after the visit to the cemetery, I went back home and went over the new script I got the other day, a musical version of "Deep Throat" known as "Open Wide"... Queen Latifah called again;will be taking a meeting with her people in a couple of weeks as she really wants me as a writer for her new sit com, "Mama's In The House" ... in a similar mode, someone at Fox got my number and asked what I knew about Faye Dunaway's proposed sit-com, "Love that Faye!" Told the caller that I knew nothing about this ... Matthew Perry came over and hung out the rest of the day, kept trying to order wine for delivery from The Liquor Locker, had to take his cell phone away and handcuff him to a chair in the guest bed room where he watched a marathon of "Saved by the Bell" on TBS until he fell asleep.

This morning, after I uncuffed Perry and got him off to his AA meeting, Guadalupe served up a wonderful breakfast of poached eggs and sausage links ... read the papers and then took a call from Diana Luxembourg who told me that my page on IMDB was up and running! I went to my computer and saw that it was so (click on the picture for a full view)... after that I went down to the Beverly Hills Gym and sparred a few rounds with Erik Palladino ... while neither of us ended up with black eyes, we decided to take a steam together and after that we went and got a bite to eat at Cafe Marly... Erik had a steak so raw the sucker was bleeding, I had the Greek salad ... discussed Ricky Martin's "comeback" and Palladino told me that he thinks he might have fucked Ricky Martin that time in South Beach...we laughed and toasted Ricky's assets... finished up around two thirty and headed home and found that Perry was in to the cooking sherry...poor Guadalupe was hysterical trying to pry the bottle from him ... having just engaged in a pugilistic endeavor, I cold cocked him with a right hook and knocked him out cold ... Guadalupe helped me carry him to the guest room and we put an ice pack on his eye and hoped for the best... told Guadalupe to take the rest of the day off with pay ... worked on my fake blog for awhile and then checked on Perry saw that he was still out cold ... Carrie Fisher called and she wanted to talk about the Halloween Party the other night; she said that Entertainment Tonight just did a big story on Tori Spelling and how she clobbered Robert Blake at Dunaway's, "That's the best career move that bitch ever made", she said howling... The we discussed Mike Love's lawsuit against Brian Wilson ; and finally we discussed Charlie Sheen's marriage woes, "Why does that bastard have a TV show and I don't?!, Carrie asked...

After hanging up with Carrie, I called it a day and sacked out on the sofa watching the second part of the "Saved by the Bell" marathon until I was out like a light...