California Dreamin’ – 1982 to 1984 – Lux – It Started With An Entire Bottle Of Champagne

I was having a beer at the Roxy in West Hollywood. I see this hot girl who looks a little older than me. Maybe 22 or 23. She has tan skin and an exotic foreign look. I can see she’s checking me out and I send her a drink.

She immediately comes over and sits next to me at the bar. We chat for a bit and she likes that I’m a musician. She suggests brunch at Cafe Casino in Santa Monica.  We hop in my ’69 VW minibus and she says she has to stop at her apartment. Her apartment is in Brentwood. Nice place, beautiful, lots of high-dollar stuff, no roommate.

We go to Cafe Casino at 1pm. During brunch she drinks an entire bottle of champagne by herself. We leave, and in the van she says she wants to stop by a shop in Westwood. I park in the parking lot and get out. I look for her and don’t see her. I hear a noise, so I look around my van and she’s squatting next to the wall peeing on the ground.

We go into the shop. She takes a few dresses into the changing room and tells me to come over. I stand outside the changing room and she pulls me inside. Lux completely undresses, gets in the clothes, asks me what I think, undresses, gets in more clothes, etc. That was super hot to me at the time and probably would be today.

She takes about $400 worth of clothes to the counter and tells the cashier she really has to pee. Cashier says sorry. Lux begs, so cashier relents and takes her into the back, but it’s too late. The damage is done. So she also buys a new pair of pants.

We’re back to her apartment, she answers a call and starts talking in a foreign language that I can’t place. Couldn’t even guess the continent. (Maybe Iran?) She’s very nervous and upset. She hangs up and tells me she has to go to her other apartment at the Wilshire Palisades. She asks me to go in with her.

We go into her apartment which is also completely beautiful and belongs only to her. This chick is some sort of rich heiress. She has a badass telescope that I start playing with. In the mirror, I see her open a safe and put something in her purse. She tells me we need to leave and asks me to take her to my apartment.

We go to my place and she instantly passes out. She stays like that for about 6 hours. When she wakes up, Lux wants Dairy Queen. It’s closed and she starts crying. I take her to Carl’s Jr. She gets a cheeseburger, a chili dog, cheese fries, and a sundae. We come home, she eats it and throws up. Passes out on my couch again. I read and go to sleep.

Next morning she asks if she can stay and watch TV. I tell her I have plans and need to take her home. She says she can’t go to either of her apartments. I tell her too bad, I have plans, and drop her off.

She called a few days later asking when we could see each other again.

I told her no.

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