After a fabulous Welcome Back to America dinner at Rose Pistola, Mikey and I headed over to Amante for a drink.
"Is that Stephen Jenkins?"
Mikey looked up. "Maybe!"
Yeah. That's Stephen Jenkins. I hate that guy.
"Oh my god, weird. Go say something."
"I can't. I talked shit about him on SFGate."
"Awesome."
He was having red wine and a burrito, while talking on his cell phone and staring at us. Amante was dead and I think Jenkins really wanted us to fawn over him.
Um, Stephen Jenkins sucks. How's it gonna be when no one gives a shit?
Sitting there making fun of Third Eye Blind, this guy walks past me.
"Jeff?"
Kate and Jeff just happened to stroll in.
"We were just talking about you!"
"We were just talking about YOU!"
I love being home. My first time out of the house and I run into a has-been celebrity and my "sister." Not only that, I talked Exec. Chef Jeff into cooking at my house. And needless to say, Stephen Jenkins is not invited...
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D-bag spells him name Stephan by the way. I waited on an equal douche-Evan Dando one time. He was wearing a purple velvet top hat in the middle of the day. I should have punched him in the nuts. I guess anybody got a record deal in the mid 1990's.
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