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GHB Guy

posted by BatSheva Vaknin @ 1:03 PM
Monday, January 23, 2012

Years ago, when I was reading the police report of my broken wrist to fellow party-goers (I know there is all kinds of wrong about what I just said, but for now, let’s leave it for a future blog) – one of my captivated audience members was a tall guy whom I thought was gay until he tried to make out with me.  I kissed him a little but wouldn’t let him do anything more – which came as a huge relief later, when I found out not only had he given me GHB (commonly known as “the date rape drug”), but also that he was married.

[WAIT – I forgot to say, if you are my parents or my kids and you are reading this...? This is just a joke – GOT YA! APRIL FOOL’S!! Now please close your browser and pretend this never happened, K?]

Coast clear? Back to the story… A few months later, I ran into GHB Guy at Vida, a restaurant I had just been hired by as a waitress. (A blog’s worth of stories about this place – including the one about how I wound up babysitting Red Hot Chili Pepper Flea’s daughter, Clara – making a mental note…) Anyway, GHB Guy came in to Vida with his wife. It was my FIRST night training as a waitress, & first thing, I was assigned to their table, of course. GHB Guy and I just sort of grinned politely at each other, and that was it.

Awkward!

Cut to: six months later, when I bumped into GHB Guy one evening, while we were both walking down Fairfax Blvd. (an EXTREMELY rare occurrence in LA, by the way, to run into someone “while walking”). GHB Guy looked like his was lit from within with a fire and passion – and when I asked, he told me he was on his way to study Kabbalah. I didn’t know what that meant but it sounded cool. (It would be another 6 years, give or take, before I discovered Kabbalah myself.)

A year later, I ran into him again at a small live show – a friend of mine’s band was playing. I told GHB Guy I didn’t drink anymore. He told me he didn’t either. He also was divorced. We may have clinked ginger ale glasses. I don’t think we said much else.

Oh yeah – the only other time I saw GHB Guy after that was on TV; he was accepting an Academy Award.

Now that’s LA.

c/xo,
Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

GHB - a little slice of heaven. And, uh... date rape. And... an Oscar?

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