40 is the New … 40!th Birthday Party
by D.Minion
There are some things in this Industry that are no-brainers. [That’s true, and sometimes when I have to spend the day in various meetings around LA, it seems like I have to deal with most of them.] I was coming out of a particularly aggressive radiation session, and wasn’t feeling especially perky, but Julia Ann invited me to attend her 40th birthday party at (an unnamed) strip club in the City of Industry. [It won’t take you very long when looking at the invitations to this event to discover the actual name of the referenced club here, but DM has been known to hold a grudge or two in her life. She’s still mad at this mean boy down the street that made her trip in the street when she was four, as an example.]
I knew it would mean a long drive down, a long drive up, and a stay at a hotel. (I can’t imagine how dangerous I’d be on the road at 2:00 am.) Four words: Julia Ann invited ME. So of course I went. [Just so you know, trying to come up with an equation that can accurately describe the dangers inherent in letting D.Minion pilot a vehicle after midnight would almost certainly involve imaginary numbers and an advanced degree in mathematics. If you don’t happen to have one of those, just think Full Body Shiver.]