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--Thursday, January 05, 2006--

Night zero

At a Digital Playground dinner thrown in my honor (at least that's what my invitation read), Jack's Playground, etc. director Robby D. explained why it was wrong that I asked January Penthouse Pet Heather Vandeven if she would rather be photographed in lingerie in front of a waterfall or in some Chatsworth warehouse with some slob waving his junk at her.

Vandeven, a pal of Sophia Santi, was about to answer, but Robby interrupted.

He was always interrupting, that fucking guy.

"You have to match like with like," he said. "She's not a porn girl. Jana (Cova)'s not a porn girl. Sophia (Santi)'s not a porn girl. Get a porn girl and she'll say, 'Fuck the waterfall; give me ten guys who can come on my face.'"

I thought this was fair, and it illustrated my prejudice that all women who take off their clothes and tweak their nipples are "porn girls". Still, what are all those non porn girls doing working for a porn company?

Santi related a story of getting alcohol poisoning when she was 16 from drinking eight beers and a half bottle of tequila. I guess that sounds porny enough for me. We were married three minutes later.

I'd never seen an actual Penthouse key before. Vandeven was wearing one around her neck. We couldn't figure out where it went.

Out in the hallway of the Venetian, the 4'10", 38DDD Devyn Devine got on her knees on the carpet. She's from Seattle.

"I shoot all across the country," she said.

I asked her if particular cities offered her stranger gigs.

"When I go to New York, they usually have me jumping around for jiggly booby-type things," she said.

"Me too," I sobbed.

At the Peppermill Lounge, it was Hollie Stevens' 24th birthday. She spent it mugging for the camera with hopeful porn documentarian Cat Pee. Leave it to the professionals, Pee.

Pee shot some extra footage for Atomic Vixens featuring Ron Jeremy as Christ at Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

Shooting without a permit, the crew was antsy.

"I'm Ron Jeremy," the man himself said. "No one will arrest me."

Meanwhile, Royster's film crew was causing a commotion and several members were denied alcohol.

"Peanut butter, white boy," crewmember Chester shrieked.

Witnessing this, Hollie Stevens related the story of when her pot-smoking roommate from last year's convention blew so much smoke in the room that they couldn't let housekeeping in for three days. Stevens missed the show that year because the contact was so powerful.

Drugs are bad, Penny Flame.

posted by Gram the Man at

1 Comments:
Blogger Hollie Stevens is a Cunt said...
That was a fun night. I still haven't seen any of the pics from it though!!
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