Arright Scott... Back in the early 90's I used to manage a Hollywood hotel bar... a big celebrity hangout. Helena was having drinks with Gary Oldman in the lobby while Don Johnson was holding court in the bar-at least that's what he thought. He demanded of the owner + received a doorman standing at his table to prevent the masses from approaching him without his royal consent. He sends an offer to Helena + Oldman to join him which they politely decline. Feeling no respect, he follows Oldman into the bathroom-which was the size of a small broom closet-and confronts him. We separate them before Oldman makes Mr. Miami Vice eat the urinal cake. Oldman goes up to him room while I lock Johnson in the bar tries + he to put himself back together. Helena knocks on the bar door asking to speak to Johnson. She calls him out for creating the mess + he dismisses her with a wave of his hand. She replies " who do you think you are you, you John Donson?!" I don't think she any ANY idea who he was! His eyes become the size of dinner plates + he's ENRAGED. It's the funniest shit I've heard in a looong time! I get her outta there before Mr. Donson's tan burns off his skin. Later I took a 6-pack of Heineken + a bottle of Stoli up to Oldman's room + ran into Helena. Ended up sitting on the hallway floor for about half an hour talking with her. Really cool, laidback chick. Smart too although she could been speaking gibberish + I woulda agreed with her as long as she was looking at me with those eyes.
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hello helena
:)
I would prefer to think she's running to a bike-
Unsui, don't you have a funny story about her a John Donson?
Arright Scott...
Back in the early 90's I used to manage a Hollywood hotel bar... a big celebrity hangout. Helena was having drinks with Gary Oldman in the lobby while Don Johnson was holding court in the bar-at least that's what he thought. He demanded of the owner + received a doorman standing at his table to prevent the masses from approaching him without his royal consent. He sends an offer to Helena + Oldman to join him which they politely decline.
Feeling no respect, he follows Oldman into the bathroom-which was the size of a small broom closet-and confronts him. We separate them before Oldman makes Mr. Miami Vice eat the urinal cake. Oldman goes up to him room while I lock Johnson in the bar tries + he to put himself back together.
Helena knocks on the bar door asking to speak to Johnson. She calls him out for creating the mess + he dismisses her with a wave of his hand. She replies " who do you think you are you, you John Donson?!" I don't think she any ANY idea who he was! His eyes become the size of dinner plates + he's ENRAGED. It's the funniest shit I've heard in a looong time! I get her outta there before Mr. Donson's tan burns off his skin. Later I took a 6-pack of Heineken + a bottle of Stoli up to Oldman's room + ran into Helena. Ended up sitting on the hallway floor for about half an hour talking with her. Really cool, laidback chick. Smart too although she could been speaking gibberish + I woulda agreed with her as long as she was looking at me with those eyes.
ok. Unsai! - changed!
Great story!
Thanks Micro!
Now can you get her to run to my bike?
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