OK, I heard this from someone I consider to be a pretty reliable resource.
Granted, this was quite a while before I ever know the guy, but it sounds quite credible to me, you can judge for yourselves.
Apparently, back around '90 or so, super_lucky was working in SF as a bartender-for-hire for one of these catering outfits.
You know, one of those guys in the bowtie doling out the hootch at the open bar, like Lili Taylor in Ransom.
Anyways, the story goes, he was working this real swanky gallery show, and who should be in attendance but Christie frigging Brinkley.
And she was, accordingly, plowing through the Grey Goose Appletinis like a tranny goes through fishnets (as my Uncle Frank would say).
As the evening progresses, and CB gets more and more progressively labeled, she starts putting the moves on our man s_l, in a big way, I mean like they write about.
Now, of course, on one hand, this ainât his first canoe trip, if you know what I mean. He basically gets paid to be around drunk broads, and it is Fran Francisco, after all.
On the other hand, Christie frigging Brinkley.
So, long story short, they end up back at her hotel and our guy spends the rest of the night and most of the next morning playing Hide the Charlie.
About noon, he beats cheeks out of there and back to his crib for some badly needed rest.
End of story, right?
Oh no, thereâs more.
Four days later, he starts getting calls from her.
Sheâs desperate to see him again, sheâs gagging for more of that hot super_lucky loving.
In fact, she tells him, sheâs ready to drop Billy Joelâs tired fake-Guido ass like First Period French so she can spend the rest of her life with him.
He wonât have any of it, and actually ends up changing his number so he can be rid of her.
Apparently, when asked why he didnât take her up on it, he said he figured her to be too âhigh maintenanceâ.
Also her squinky little eyes gave him the creeps.