Brioche filled with Gelato

Guadalupe is feeling better, thank god, she made a marvelous breakfast today and got Matthew Perry off to his audition at Disney for the voice of a cartoon hamster in their new project. I sipped the delicious coffee set out for me in the dining room and scanned the dailies, read Diana's column in Variety and then, realizing that I had a few hours before I had to go to Paramount to meet with the suits concerning the Olsen Twin's script, I went to my home office and blogged about my fictitious life in New Jersey... it keeps the creative juices flowing.

Got to Paramount at ten and met with the execs ... they heaped praise upon my tweaking of the Olsen Twin's script and then asked me if I was interested in doing some work on the new Jim Carey script ... I agreed provided I got the usual 50.000 retainer; they acquiesced and handed me the script as well as a check.

After the bank, I went to the West Hollywood Tennis Courts and hit a few with Dean Cain, who told me over Gatorade that he's considering doing a line of Radio Shack ads, he figures that all worked so well for Terri Hatcher... I told him that he should guest star on "Desperate Housewives", it'd be like a "Lois & Clark" reunion!

Got home around three and took a gander at the Carey script, it's a real piece of shit, probably going to make a billion! Saw that Jeremy Piven has a supporting role ... will write in a nude, or at least, shirtless scene for him...am also thinking of changing the character of the wise homeless man to an overachieving high school cheerleader...

Slept for a few hours and then dressed for Diana's cocktail party.

Arrived at Casa De Luxemburg at seven and was greeted by Escovela, Diana's maid who showed me in to the party ... grabbed a seat next to Pam Grier (who looks fantastic) and we dished Samuel Jackson and Quentin Tarantino ... later on I joined Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford poolside where we noshed on brioche filled with gelato and discussed Ricky Martin's "comeback". Carrie was feeling playful when she said, "Say Harry, didn't you fuck Ricky Martin that time at South Beach?" Ford choked on his Moroccan date stuffed with goat cheese, smiled and excused himself. Carrie offered me a Percocet that I accepted and washed down with an Evian with a twist of lime... meandered over to the media room and bumped into Kathleen Turner, we shared a couple of Marlboro's and she told me about her recent Broadway triumph. I toasted the brassy broad with my sparkling water and she toasted me with a Tom Collins... did a line of coke with Paris Hilton in the bathroom (who was then forcibly escorted out of the party by an armed security guard) ... joined everyone in the ballroom where Diana was presented with a limited reproduction print of the poster for her film, "Memory, Sweet Memory" by a studio executive who announced the film's gala DVD release plans... sipped a cup of coffee with Shelly Winters on the patio who shocked me when she said she remembered me and my film, “Blame It On Buenos Aires”; "You really looked good in that speedo, if memory serves!" Winter said laughing. I blushed and thanked her and made my way back into the house ... said my good-nights to Diana and on my way out, Topher Grace came over and slipped something into my shirt pocket.

Got home around one and undressed, discovered Topher Grace had given me his cell phone number, gave it to Matt who thanked me ... we jumped into the hot tub together and I gave him a Percocet and later on he showed me how long he could stay under-water with out coming up for air, a talent he said he learned from Bruce Willis on the set of "The Whole Nine Yards"...