Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

Chateau Marmont

Last night I ordered all this food and when the delivery driver showed up, the first thing he said was, ‘Look, if you’re going to give me a two dollar tip, then you can keep it.’ So I gave him $12 and then he opened up and started telling me what it was like to be a carpenter in showbiz. That guy was cool. Or psychotic. He was kinda scary.

Anway, this is the place I’m staying. Last night, I took an Ambien before I drove to the hotel so I’d be good and sleepy by the time I got there. It was one a.m. and I figured I’d get a good night’s sleep. Tina stayed behind to work all night. But the room was strictly in her name and I needed to get the key from the front desk. There has been a different concierge every night. Last night there was a new guy as well. By that point, I was so groggy from the pill, that I stumbled to the desk like a drunkard. I really began to freak out when they didn’t want to give me the key. I was like, ‘But I can’t drive right now, I’m about to black out from my sleeping pill.’ I vaguely remember panicing. And then falling asleep.

I woke up in my room this morning. Then drove to the editing room and found Tina asleep on the couch. She told me the hotel called her last night and asked who I was and I got on the phone and was freaking out. I remember none of it.