Movie, Day 1 (continued)

New friend the leg model (discover her name is Alex) is a very bad influence. Last night after the shoot (Which went on until eight at night--no opportunity to say lines in front of camera and no leg sex scene. Discover shared interest in Books. Am ashamed and yet relieved when conversation very quickly turns from books to celebrities. Continues all days, devolving into game of Roseanne Barr or Oprah Winfrey?, Ozzy Ozbourne or Sharon Osbourne?, Clay Aiken or Reuben?, etc.) we leave to go gallery opening of friend of Alex. Friend constructs statues out of gum wrappers. Am more inteterested in food table, which features shrimp cheviche. Other gallery goers behave like hyenas and, after much work, am only able to secure four shrimp and three crackers with Manchego cheese. This (though don't know it yet) will constitute entire dinner. Foolishly drink two glasses of white wine very quickly. Say to Alex, I've got to go home. She forbids me from leaving. Forcibly holds my mouth open and pours down an half bottle of wine (choose to forget own cupability). Alex says, you are coming to the next place. The next place a secret lounge whose entrance is dumpling shop in Chinatown. Bar extremely dark, lit only by candles and dim sconces. Very flattering light. In alcoholic haze, borrow Alex's cell phone and call Dave. Arrives in what feels like seconds. Joins us at table. Martinis follow soon after. Feel that we are all extremely glamorous and beautiful. Also, become very, very witty. Tell many jokes and the drinks keep coming. Begin contest to see who can balance spoon on nose the longest. Alex disturbingly good. This morning, wake up next to Dave.