Showing posts with label Andy Griffith. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 4, 1985 -- Los Angeles

Went to The Love Boat just to drop off some posters, the Indian posters, because there's a lot of people I'd missed when I gave them out the day before, and I could tell who they were because they stopped speaking to me, they thought I'd passed over them.
     Then we went back to the hotel to meet Lana. And she was adorable to me. She was tipsy and it was like a whole different person. I closed my eyes and it was like being with Paulette, that kind of attitude. She said, "Give me a kiss." And Lana does crystals, too. And she had a cracked rib which she blamed on a Nolan Miller dress she had that made her trip, but I think she must have been drunk. She wears a little quarter-inch cross.
     Oh, and on The Love Boat the last day, Andy Griffith suddenly got really happy, very friendly to everybody, and nobody could figure it out after he'd been so bitter all week. He must've had a drink.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 640. New York: Warner Books.

Sunday, March 31, 1985--Los Angeles

In the morning we went to look at buildings all along Sunset for a new Interview office. We looked at one big elephant that's $800,000 and there's one for $1 million and one for $400,000. So that took a long time.
     Then it was the night of the big Love Boat Thousandth Guest Star party at Beverly Hilton. Fred was taking Rupert Everett but at the last minute Rupert canceled, he said, "My tuxedo is crumpled." And Jon picked me up and we went over there. Had my picture taken for fifteen minutes with Joan Collins, who then never went in to the dinner, I don't think, because nobody saw her in there. But it was just packed.
     One of Aaron Spelling's daughters was at our table, in her teens or twenties, and Troy Donahue who now has short blond-white hair. I reminded him of that time in the early seventies when he came up to 33 Union Square. He said, "What you guys did to me that day! Your elevator was broken so I had to go up in the freight elevator in the back, and it opened into this dark room where you were screening a movie and I had to walk out from behind the projection screen, and everybody was facing the screen watching movies, and I stumbled over everybody sitting on the floor in the dark, and I was on acid..."
     They introduced a lot of stars and then finally out came Lana Turner, the thousandth guest star, who had given them a hard time by being so late, and that's why dinner was late. And then they brought me up on the stage with Carol Channing and Ginger Rogers and Mary Martin. And for some reason they didn't mention the portrait they commissioned me to do of Lana. But it's finally scheduled for me to shoot the picture on Thursday.
     Peter Duchin's orchestra played. He's another one of the guest stars on the boat this week. So it's Peter Duchin, Tom Bosley, Marion Ross, Cloris Leachman, Andy Griffith, Raymond St. Jacques, Milton Berle, and me.
     And signed a lot of autographs for the kooky autograph hounds of Hollywood. PH and I both took pictures for the Party book.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 638. New York: Warner Books.