Porn Valley- It was billed as a party until you drop. Except the fat lady dropped pretty early in the evening. By ten o'clock Sunday night it was just about lights out for the Arrow Films, www.xxxdeepthroat.com and Moonlight party that was being held at Harper's Bar & Grill in Northridge. It was a private party, and I was watching them earlier porn-proof the patio with black plastic in case maybe the drive-bys might catch some naked bodies drinking tequila shooters or something. But that wouldn't have been the case.
Harper's just opened in January as a sports bar, according to one of the waitresses, Nicole, who tells me that she also works at New Beginnings. Nicole, a pleasant lady, is refilling my ice tea.
Somebody must have figured that guys who watch basketball games in June like to freeze their asses off. Because with Arctic northwinds-style air conditioning, it was cold enough in there to preserve a corpse. Which is not meant as a segue into a Buck Adams story, but you can take it for what you will.
Buck is looking at me. I'm looking at Buck who got the heads up from Paul Interlandi, the party's organizer, that I was in the establishment. Buck's got this thank God I know somebody in here look on his face, Buck asking me if I recognize anybody in the joint. No.
But that's the thing you expect nowadays. Guys in the adult business for nearly 20 years haven't an idea who the new folk are, and vice-versa. Although there's one woman- a pretty brunette- who looks vaguely familiar. She's off in the corner with Rex Ryder, and it's biting my ass to determine who she might be. Another guy is wearing this really cool Deep Throat shirt and is saying something about a lawsuit being filed against Dragonfly. Something having to do with Deep Throat, I imagine. This is one of the guys that Buck and I are going, beats me, you know him? Another guy - very polite- walks up to me and compliments The Great American Ass series which I directed some time ago and mentions how much he liked the Lea De Mae scene.
Otherwise, Buck's small talking, yeah, he heard they were serving tri-tip at the party, so he figures he might get himself some of the tri-tip. Earlier, I had run into Rebecca Bardoux who was introducing a friend of hers - Alana Lipps- around. Bardoux's telling me a similar thing, that she was thinking about the tri-tip. Thinking about it all day, in fact. Meanwhile, I'm checking out Alana Lipps, and she's a pretty succulent side of beef in her own way. Lipps, a short-haired blond, is quite abundant in the breast department. She's frank about them being store-bought but they look pretty good from where I'm sitting. I ask Lipps if she's any relation to Lisa Lipps- kidding of course- but Alana Lipps doesn't miss a beat in the humor duet. Alana Lipps is telling me she's done escort work but got the itch for porn after seeing an episode of Family Business on Showtime.
Bardoux is vouching for me with Alana Lipps, telling her that it's safe to do an interview with me, that Alana Lipps won't necessarily wind up in a trunk of a car. Bardoux, for her part, has been doing p.r. work and is mentioning something about being an account exec for Vivid Cosmetics. Bardoux and I are sharing a mutual laugh about how the last time we ran into one another was over at a Target. Buck Adams is sharing a laugh at his own expense, as well, that he no longer goes out. Being a grandfather of a 3 year-old has nothing to do with it, but Buck is resigned to the fact that he's no good at dating, he says.
"It either costs me money or trips to the hospital," he drawls, then proceeds to tell me how his grandson bought a $60 Father's Day present by renting his go-cart out for rides at a dollar a ride. Buck thinks this is a pretty cool thing, and is about ready to glom on to some of the tri-tip. Except he's told this is going to cost him $18. Buck then crumples his voucher and decides to pass on the tri-tip.
Then, as I'm finishing a chat with Master Jerry a guy with a shaved head who looks more like a Marine Corps drill sergeant than an amateur porn director from the 1980's which he was, the brunette who was with Rex Ryder identifies herself.
"You don't know me, do you?" she says. It's driving me nuts because I"m flat busted for clues. "Teagan Sky," she smiles.
Teagan Sky. Sonofabitch.
