Friday, November 11, 2005
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...
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3 comments:
Dude, Palm Springs is on!
Wish I could reveal my real name.
Would you please stay away from my man, Tyler. I think you have enough boy toys of your own!
ZP
Hey dude, you couldn't have dinner with Kevin Spacey in november 2005, 'cause at the time he was in London playing in Shakespeare's "Richard II" at the Old Vic. I know well : I was there too ! So, unless he had a clone in Hollywood... you're a goddamn liar ! ;-)
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