Lunch

I met Mark Brucer at Hollywood Billiards for lunch today. Hollywood Billiards is in the old Hayes Code building on Hollywood and Western. They shut down after the Northridge earthquake, but renovated and re-opened in the fall of 1998. The completely remodeled interior holds 40 tables--20 upstairs, 20 downstairs--along with two bars, an arcade, two private rooms, two patios (one on the roof) and chef Stefano Lucio Mazzi's Italian restaurant, Issima.

I watched a couple of fags play pool while I sat at the bar nursing a glass of Balvenie. Mark strolled in with a leather cue case in hand, eyes searching the room, and after locating me, he joined me at the bar. He immediately began bitching about his wife Allison, saying that she had been sleeping 16 hours a day, mostly by the pool (a la Play It As It Lays by Joan Didion {which Allison has been reading since last Hannukah.}) Mark told me that he asked Allison for a divorce this morning, but she thought he said "Porsche" and told him "maybe" for his birthday. Mark was desperate for some blow, so I sold him the gram I had on me, making a quick exchange in the men's room. 

Tonight I have plans at the following bars: Ultra Suede, Sugar, Tantra Bar, Club 7969, Gitana, The Stock Exchange, 360 Restaurant, Tempest, Fais Do Do, The Play Room, The Sunset Room, Tsunami, Sky Sushi, Splash, The Voo Doo, Goodbar, The Zodiac, Zesuvius, The Garage, Lush, Coven 13, Lipstick, The Hollywood Athletic Club, Sky Bar, The Viper Room, and Showbiz Pizza.

When I returned to my office after lunch, someone had left a note (impaled by a brass letter opener) on my door that read: "YOU'RE NEXT!"

I also had a phone message from Hyacinth asking if I had Christian Slater's phone number. She saw the network television premier "My Own Worst Enemy" last night. She said she knew that I was helping Christian re-work the script for "Gleaming The Cube II" (which is complete and utter horse shit) and that she was hoping I still kept in touch with him. She said she thought he would be (her words) "a really good fuck". 

I have never met Christian Slater.