Butter Pecan

Went to pick up Mr. Man at LAX this morning ... Matt is being a real pain and he tagged along and hopped in the middle of the back seat (Guadalupe's son, Ramon, our driver, shot this photo from the front seat)... Hank wanted ice-cream so we stopped at Eiger Ice Cream I got a vanilla, Matt got a kiwi frosted, and Hank got a butter pecan cone ... got home and spent the balance of the morning in bed ... of course Matthew joined us for a while and that was OK because he's pretty good at juggling four balls and playing two harmonicas at the same time ... we sent him out later and enjoyed some much needed alone time.

This afternoon, dropped Hank off at Fox Studio so he could sign some papers for next season's Simpson's ... went over to see my attorney Saul Rabinowitz to discuss the "Disco Nation" situation, Rabinowitz says that he has spoken to Scott Baio as well as Linda Blair and Steve Gutenberg. Looks like Kate Jackson might be the fly in the ointment as she is desperate for any kind of work these days and wants to do the commentary track for the disc... got stopped for an autograph by a middle aged woman in front of the Walgreen's who asked me, "Weren't you in that movie with Janet Leigh where you played her younger boyfriend who dies in her arms? Oh gosh, it is you! I love that movie, what was it called?"

"The Night The Lights Went Down on Broadway," I replied signing her store receipt.

Took the Jim Carey script to Starbucks and began revising and re-writing problem sections. Decided that Jeremy Piven will be nude in every scene he is in, and that the hot cheerleader will not wear a bra when she is doing her routine ... took a call on my cell from George Clooney invited me and Hanky to a private event at The Sheldrake Room on Saturday night. Told him I'd check, but it should not be a problem ... bumped into Sharon Stone leaving Starbucks, she looks like shit; we air-kissed and she was going on about "Basic Instinct II", from what she said, it sounds like it's going to stink - it'll probably make a million.

Picked Hank up and we drove the Pacific Coast Highway to Malibu and had lunch at Duke's Malibu ... saw Bette Midler and Martin, god they seem so happy, good for them ... gave Hank the watch I bought him the other day he smiled and gave me a small wrapped package from Barney's, I opened and found a pair of solid gold cuff-links... later on we walked the beach and found a private sand dune and prayed that no paparazzi were hiding in the sea-grass...

Got back home at seven and found that Guadalupe had made a fabulous Italian meal ... ate and then took coffee by the pool...we discussed Ricky Martin's "comeback" and Hank asked, "Dex, didn't you fuck Ricky Martin that time in South Beach?" I laughed, and said, "No honey, I think that was Harrison Ford who fucked him..."