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SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 2002
My SUMMER WITH THE MOVIE STAR
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The beer bust, escorted by Phil Godland, was one of the best times I ever had, which isn't saying much because it also was the first date I ever had, excluding going to the Brown Derby in B.H., with Ezra.
If you are interested in my attire, I had on the light gray flannel pants, and pearl gray silk blouse Ezra bought me and, of course, the loopy earrings which, one of these days, will become imbedded in my ears. Even now, I would, no doubt, lie down in a tub and slit my veins if I lost one of them.
"I see my father took you shopping, too. Your clothes look like they cost a bundle," was all Phil said when he saw me in my Ezra clothes.
There were gangs of college kids and, of course, their dates, at the frat house on a hilly street above Westwood Village. The truth is I received a tremendous amount of personal attention, which surprised me. One of the girls even asked if I went to UCLA, and what sorority was I in, if any. I told her I was vacationing from a private school in Switzerland. Now isn't that disgusting? A babyish lie like that? But I was feeling insecure because I wasn't even officially out of high school. Fortunately, she didn't pursue the question, such as asking the city, or name of the school, or what I was majoring in, or I really would have been up shit creek, one of my father's timeless sayings. I drank enough beer to float an army--another one of his classics--and you will be happy to hear I didn't spill a drop on my new things, though I came dangerously close when a boy had me backed up against a bookcase, and almost knocked my glass out of my hand. But Phil rescued me in time.
One of the reasons it was such a super party was just because everybody liked Phil Godland; he was really popular with his crowd, and I honestly believe it had nothing to do with his father being a Major Film Attraction. They liked Phil for himself.
It was about 1:30 A.M. when the boys finally put out some cold cuts and potato salad they had made themselves. Everybody inhaled it. This was toward the end of the party, just after the guys all went out on the street, and rolled the empty beer barrels down the hill, and the neighbors came screaming out in their pajamas, asking what the Christ was going on anyway?
I was getting high strung about returning to the house, but Phil wanted a sandwich or two on his stomach because he was driving. He was a really mature thinker, despite his flippant verbal attitude. That when the phone rang and rang for about the thousandth time, only it wasn't somebody's friend, it was Ezra Godland, telling Phil to get me back to the house. I had work to do the next day.
I wasn't surprised. Not because I had psyched out the phone ringing, but because it was just the kind of omnipotent thing Ezra Godland would do. Big Ezra is watching, you know. I am getting so I understand a few of that man's motivations.
9:05:04 AM 
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