The host's house is located in an upscale gated community of LA. We had to be shuttled in from a nearby parking lot to the once lovely French chateau-style mansion that had been ravaged by many parties over the years. Once in, we looked all over for the elusive host as I wanted to finally meet the guy who is separated from me by only a few degrees. But like Gatsby, he was no where to be seen. The party was every bit what we'd heard - porn stars dressed like firemen and men dressed like nuns - both dancing in cages - a band that played strictly 80s music - and lots and lots of bars. Cut to... (as in any big party) us waiting in line for the bathroom. In a dimly lit hallway I looked down at the well-worn but once luxurious carpet and saw a small photo of a head (view recreated below):
Turning to my friend, I said, "Have I had too much to drink or is that the guy from Melrose Place looking up at me ? My friend looked down at my feet and replied, "Yeah, that's him all right." I bent down and picked it up.
I thought it was a magazine clipping, but it was a real photograph of Andrew Shue (actor turn pro soccer player). "Do you think it's part of somebody's costume?" My friend shrugged and went into the bathroom. I looked on the ground and saw no other pictures, just stains from spilled drinks over the evening and years. My bemused friend comes out of the bathroom as I stick the disembodied TV star's head in my purse, "I'm taking it." Today I put the "B" celebrity head pic into another pile. I'll get to it later.
