It
was raging every Friday night. Molly Ringwald showed up one night
after her distant cousin told her about it. We put her on the list
and let her cut the line, obviously. She showed up a second time with
Emilio Estevez and Charlie Sheen. I don’t think she was back again.
We did see a lot of stars pass through though. Judd Nelson, Don
Simpson, even Motley Crue partied there after a concert in Hollywood.
Not to brag, but one of them (the guitarist maybe) passed out in my
bathroom. I’m not sure what his name was, they all look the same to
me. I’m not very receptive to men who yell at me so I’ve never
got behind their music.
My
lawyer made me remove the name but a young actress got high at a
Hundred Party during the initial stages of her drug addiction.
Imagine that, the meth Tommy and I made started said star on a
downward spiral from which she had to phone home, ahem, if you catch
my drift. What? Technically I didn’t say her name. Whatever.
Speaking
of what-ever,
I became fluent in “valley girl”, which is like totally a
language of its own. Seriously, it’s a bitchin’ way to like
communicate with other totally bitchin’ people who are like as
gnarly as you. As if! Fer sure. Like, like, like.
Anyway,
you get the picture. Hundred Parties were fabulous. As people moved
out, the price of available units skyrocketed. Everyone wanted to
live in the Hundred Party building. It quickly became the most
exclusive building in WeHo.
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