Somewhere around 5 a.m. Davina left the Vanity Fair party and completely blew off Elton's bash because something didn't feel quite right.
She told the limo driver to head up the Pacific Coast Highway until he saw Paco's Taco's, an all-night gourmet stand smack dab in the middle of Malibu. For all the hoopla of winning her first Oscar - which she aptly tossed into the Pacific - she knew deep down nothing would change.
It would only magnify only what was. Oh sure, the phone will ring louder now off the hook, the meatier roles will come and a better class of men will never seem to leave.
But for all those absolutes, though, the only thing Davina questioned slumped at 6 a.m. was: 'Will people only remember that god damned sex tape?'
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ReplyDeleteI know the feeling. another good un!
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