Who is himmmm crazy days and nights

Maybe she gets a phone alert each time the site updates? This is people, I hear they have the internet outside America now and all kids of cray shit.

Could be dangerous either way, i hope Franco falls hard and fast. James Franco and Ally Sheedy for certain. But Himmmmm From your shoes to Franco who for sure has to know who you are now. At least Tricia's guesses are usually correct. Half the people commenting are clearly just throwing out guesses without properly reading the blind or doing any research as to where someone was born or if they are married, etc.

I just want to know who it's really about. I don't need to read 47 random stupid guesses first. If you guys truly think Himmmmmmmmmmmmmm was at the GG or any after-parties, then DT really isn't the only stable genius around these parts. It's especially annoying when someone's guess goes something like: "Well, it sounds like X for all these reasons Omg some of you sound like jealous children. Spanish is someone from Spain Europe. Your comments make me sick.

Maybe that is the behavior of a stable genius Himmmm made it look like he only saw tweets, these can spread easily. Franco's reaction looks like he don't get anything hahaha. Perfectly possible one of them was there.

WTH with the drama?! Btw WTH with the drama in the comments?! Ha do you think sd? After Tricia guessing Rafael was the other day it did get me wondering what his reincarnation is! The best part of this site is that it doesn't follow the script,and I don't want people to leave. Speculating on someone you don't know is ridiculous.

Strange you miss Malibu,she has been known to troll and bully here and other sites. Still,I miss her and Derek Harvey,but not some of their behavior. The way the site is, we put ourselves out for more criticism and praise than we deserve, and we need to keep ourselves in check. A lot of new people have arrived, thanks to the public now knowing things we gossiped about for years, and are trying to turn the site to be "their" place,much to the dismay of the people who know coke mom,MV,Full Frontal Friday without asking.

Tricia is a very smart lady and this is her hobby. If I were a stay at home mom, I would crave interaction with others in order to share my wealth of knowledge. The jealousy displayed by certain Canadians in the past has ruined the ambience of this site and needs to be ignored. Rant over.. Glad Franco is running scared. Agree guesser - well said! I do still chuckle at the newbies asking for a definition for yachting This feels horrible!

Why would you kill the goose laying the golden eggs??? Tricia is kind, friendly and classy. If she is wrong she praises others and takes opportunities later to commend others. I think she is brilliant and has a photographic memory and this is a breeze for her.

I agree she does NOT deserve insults or hate. Which, maybe it is, but it sure is fun! Don't know anything about the Caribbean? If you only knew! Due to the hurricanes in the West Indies all summer long, and the fatal damage it did to virtually all the Islands, even if you have primo internet, it's wonky right now at best. Not just Puerto Rico, either. If she had not posted the shot with her two young kids I would let it pass. No mother has THAT much time on her hands.

Even in the Islands. I know. I raised my daughter on one of them. Boo - then adjust your meds and stop talking bollocks. You sound a bit coo-coo trying to trash Tricia13 based on how much time she has available to spend online. Speculations about total strangers are different than celebrity gossip. The latter you are doing for a laugh, while the former you are doing because you're sad, jealous and paranoid and have nothing better to do.

If you have nothing better to do, I suggest reading books. You can't survive on reading cdan alone, I mean your organs will continue functioning, but your cerebral matter will slowly start decomposing, until the only way you can express yourself is by voting for Clinton.

Then you lose, but you don't get why, because you're so fucking stupid, your brain is all rotten from spending all your free time reading shite and nothing of any substance. The Derek Harvey days of diatribe-filled posts were not pleasant to navigate, or read. Back to the post: I really, really hope that Seth Rogen is a good guy. Wasn't sure if others had the same problem.

I am a big fan of both Boo and Tricia so I am going to interject my humble opinion here. Yummy Thank you. Awesome comment. Boldblonde I do not myself consider this site to be a competition but your comment makes me realize that others, like yourself, see it and enjoy it as such. I do hope you can realize though, that people like me read and evaluate comments, whether they be the first comment or the 15th or the 85th. I specifically note that I value your input.

I could list the names I value, and those I discount or skip , but that is pointless; I am only letting you know that I recognize you as a poster I respect. Personally, I have no insider nor even observer knowledge as I don't watch much tv. I am also bad at riddles. Tricia is gifted with a good memory, great guessing ability and a skill with computers. All of you who guess early make it easier to get the grey cells going so I am thankful for the early guessers.

Nor I do not believe the first guess is the right guess just bc it is first or came from Tricia. Fun fact: my one and only guess was wrong. All of y'all saying that Tricia has insider info based on her guessing first are being silly. Tricia herself changes her guess at least once a day, in agreement with another CDaN poster, or after thinking about the clue.

Khaleesi can back this up. Boo - I love you but speculating about posters is weird. If they aren't stirring up crap, being nasty, or derailing the comments, who cares? It sincerely makes me uncomfortable that the spotlight is falling on a CDaN regular, who is positive, helpful, respectful and long-term. Did I mention that I love Boo? I don't comment often but I logged in this last week just to defend her. If you guys want to up your own guessing game, just adjust your schedule so you get the DM has soon as it releases.

Or sign up for DM news alerts or something. We need all 4 Himmmms to cover Holyhell. Sign Name Below: I merely made a statement that the person did not reply to. I would have. Some of her friends have name called. I am not shaming her. This, by the way, is what my book is about. I am being cut off now by Enty. None of my comments have gotten through. Maybe this one will. I asked a question. Not answered. Also no one commented when I mentioned last night's awards and how many present seemed to be on Team Harvey.

This is my last comment for the day. I am really busy packing. Boo I got the impression you and Tricia were more than amiable, but it's not the first time I've witnessed you being a little over zealous on how you think women should perform their roles in the few months I've been here.

What if Tricia has a nanny, what if she worked in gossip circles before moving to Carribean, what if how she raises her kids is none of your God damned business? Tricia is consistently nice to posters on here and guesses blinds correctly. Honestly what's your problem? Boo, there's a True Value hardware store off Cerrillos Road. In the parking lot is a shack. Inside is a grandma.

She doesn't speak English, but she does speak burrito, and very fluently. You might want to bring someone who does speak Spanish the first time, as a couple of things on that menu will set a poor unsuspecting Brit aflame.

James Franco Boo, the site has been cutting me off as well,error messages, etc. It may be under attack again,what with the Golden Globes comments. I,made a comment about The Old Rapist,that comment said I deleted it!

This time I won't say the name! I actually agree with you on the Harvey crowd,and your fave Kevin Spacey is treated much worse than virgin poker Hoffman. I didn't hear the joke on that. Oh Lort, this has been quite the comments section Who is Derek, though? Sorry to ask But in regards to the blind I don't think it is Benetio as he is an abuser himself. Hey Boo! Sometimes things actually are what they are— even on this world.

Yeah Boo the Caribbean has great internet and Tricia has bad guesses that are unintentional. Doubt she is leaking for Enty to prompt Cdan blinds, she's just super quick off the mark and follows Hollywood. Thank you my friends. Although the idea to spook the douche belonged to my foreign actor friend as we scrolled silently through Twitter during a party and there were about 10 parties the douche was at thru the night.

The actor friend is crazy funny and could fill an entire blog with the antics he's pulled over the years. But he'd probably only write every third word in English. A true good guy in the biz. Actually for every big star on TV there's about 5 people you never see or hear about - the backstage prep area adjacent to the International ballroom alone can hold about 1, people I think.

Enty also says he was friends with actress Amber Tamblyn when she lived in LA, and sent along a poem and a handwritten FedEx receipt supposedly from Tamblyn as proof. The veteran showbiz reporter believes that the RDJ scandal has led Enty to ramp up his blinds and, by extension, unique hits. According to public records, he is 43 and lives in Los Angeles. Enty, it turns out, handles wills and probate.

That package Tamblyn sent? Oh, and the person most likely to be Himmm, according to Enty? It all indicates that Hollywood and the media have been punked — duped by a soft-spoken probate lawyer with delusions of grandeur. And what will he say next? Contact The Author Name required. We were all either burned, wet, bloody, dirty, and very tired. Even Queen BN didn't escape with her crown un-tilted and those sexy fishnets un-ripped.

Yet we survived. There, in that car, hardly speaking a word. The chug-a-bang-thud of the death car and the feeble droning of the radio is all we heard. Minus ringing of the ears and QT's eternal hiccups. Cruising towards an epic walk of shame, slouching towards the curse of twilight waiting in our immediate future. Just about that time I didn't think this bizarre night could get more bizarre, a true Twilight Zone moment occurred. Call it Synchronicity, coincidence, or the mighty hand of God playing around with us…it was some very odd stuff.

Just as we'd all settled inside the "death wagon" LC turned up the radio. Amazingly enough, the radio still worked, picking up that classic FM station. More amazingly, a song had just started playing. The song was in the first verse. BN said: "Whoa — isn't that your song? RW said, "Well, it used to be. Guess it's his though. He did it good — and I made enough to buy this luxury automobile. Without any prompting, or planning, RW began singing. Talk about a private concert!

Then BN joined in. Then LC pipes in too. It was only then that it dawned on me the true epic-ness of these three legendary singers — and now all three singing this big song of RW's which, even drunk, was incredible! Even DK begins to come in on the next verse. I just grinned, nodded, and even she started to hum and sing it too.

Then, when the epic chorus hit — we ALL were singing it, loudly. All chiming in, cruising down the eastern ends of Sunset Blvd. An earth-shattering, life-defining moment that shall live in my personal history eternally. Or until my dementia hits. With that final rousing chugging beat kicking in — we did too. All of us yelling, singing, laughing and making bark at the moon noises. THIS is what the true Hollywood dream is all about. Vomit, clunker cars, and surviving flaming epic party fights!

By the song's end, we were all laughing, coughing, and having a great time. All the burns, puke, fights, and everything else were forgotten. Well, mostly anyway. We'd made it back down Sunset and over to Silver Lake.

Not really sure if RW's tank-mobile would make it up the hill, and it dragged the ground going uphill. A cloud of smoke trailing us that could've put L. Heading up Micheltorena, passing the old houses, I directed our driver where to go. Coming to the driveway, he didn't want to go up to the house. We said our goodbye at the curb, and LC got out with us. BN tried to invite LC back with them to eat and to get their cars. He declined. She then said: "Yeah — but do 'ya think maybe they wanna be alone?

LC just stared at us, and back at her. Like somebody just asked him to do long division or calculus. You think they'd hear me? Besides it's like my home too. He stayed there. A LOT. I wanted to claim him on my taxes by now. I came around to the driver's side window, and RW stuck out a hand. We didn't really say much, just a wink, nod, and a big scary grin.

Thanks for everything. It was for me too. I think it was one for the books, Kiddo. Best time I've remembered in years. Via con Dios! I stepped away, as he rolled up the glass. No electric windows.

Love it. After hugs and goodbyes, and a pledge to reunite next year — I led the way with QT and LC following up the drive. Up to the old Mediterranean-style house that was popular with movie folks in the 's, I led QT on a little tour around the outside and the pool. LC helped himself to my fridge, and was nice enough to play the answering machine.

I still don't know why he did that all the time as if anyone assumed him to be there. Maybe he expected a psychic to know he was crashing there? But we all loved him, and our casa was his casa. Mostly, anyway. After many, many, many hints that it was getting late — or early — he agreed and asked if I was going to lock the door or if I wanted him to do it before going to sleep.

Uhh, sure LC, you're always welcome. He went down the hallway to one of the guest rooms, and retired for the night I think. I took QT on an extended tour of the old house, and she talked about her plans, dreams, and what she hoped the future held for her. She was now more sober than was I, and after a bird bath wash-up in the bathroom, was radiant. I didn't mind that it was now off-again. I was less occupied with what the future held for her and more occupied with holding her in my future.

When we arrived to the master bedroom, she wouldn't let me turn on the lights. I told her I had a CD she'd enjoy hearing, and flipped on the stereo and took her out to the balcony. Said she wanted to see the city glow. The balcony doors wide open, and the linen shears over double French doors did little to conceal the gorgeous view across Los Angeles. Maybe only the Chateau Marmont has a better view.

She was speechless. The Hollywood sign, Observatory, all of Hollywood — all lit up with the haze of the night sky reflecting it back. She stood there on the balcony, and it was possibly the most beautiful view I'd ever seen.

Not the city, or the lights…but her. In the reflected glow of the city. This view. This night. Your friends…you. This place, it's all so…so…so A long…very long…kiss. The music played and she asked with a soft whisper, "What about your friends?

What about…Elvis? He won't mind. The balcony doors stayed open. Several hours later she arose from the bed, wrapping the thin gauzy sheet around her. She lit a cigarette, and appeared to almost float out to the balcony. Dragging the sheet beneath her. That song, with Hope Sandoval's breathy vocals — it was perfect timing with what was in front of my eyes. A song and a vision that's forever seared in my mind.

Unforgettable moments. I sat propped up on the edge of the bed for the longest time just staring at her figure on the balcony, the linen barely shrouding her tan figure. The pink light of the sun was threatening to peek up over the opposite side of the house, just enough for a faint purple glow bouncing off the hazy sky. The lights still all bright below, all reflecting off her flawless face.

She looked like she'd just walked out of a makeup trailer, even her messed short hair looked stylish. That warm California wind blew across her face, her hair, the linen shears, and the sheet all gently dancing in the breeze. Her back, neck, and shoulders all exposed to me as she held the sheet to her chest. Smoking, staring I walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her and joining her stare. She asked if I had thought about anything beyond this minute. I told her all that I knew was that I wanted to feel like this minute forever.

She smiled, and agreed. But we both knew it would never be more than this. Commitments elsewhere. Plans, futures, and responsibilities. But then and there, everything in the world was perfect. If I'd died at that moment? Life would've been well spent. Especially after a night like that. I asked her if she wanted breakfast and I nuzzled into the nape of her neck. She was perfect. She still tasted like peaches. She laughed and simply said three words: "No.

Just lunch. Even then it was only for the shower. She cleansed my second-degree burns on my back. I made sure to gently wash all the alcohol off her body. Pore by flawless pore. It was a very long shower that probably caused the L. I knew the staff there well, and she'd never been. She reminded me my car was still at the Pub, or maybe towed.

Damn…I was turning into LC. We took my other car but before we got out of and down the driveway to the street, LC came roaring in. He parked at the end of the drive, half on the curb and half on the street. I rolled my window down and invited him to join us for lunch.

An epic hangover. I told him to make himself at home, and I'd return one of these days. He smiled, wished QT well telling her to look him up back in England. He said "You two crazy kids invite me to the wedding okay? As much as I wanted us to spend every moment together, I knew we couldn't. So after lunch, QT and I went our separate ways. We had one last kiss goodbye, fittingly just off Sunset Blvd. We each had obligations that were unbreakable, and we both felt a long, hard tug at our hearts as we parted.

She said to me, laughing in her impersonation of RW. She went back to her friends, to her auditions, and then returned back to England and her life there.

It was a few months after her return home that she called me out of the blue. I could tell she'd been crying, and she finally told me the news. Turns out something from our night together was going to bind us together forever. But a physically dangerous problem arose. It was not to be. I offered to fly over, or fly her here — but she didn't want that. I respected her enough to not push anything. We talked for hours and hours, and I truly felt more love for her than ever before.

But some things work out, and others don't. Time marches on, and we made our own private vows that night to each other and she bravely went on with her life, relations, and dreams.

A strong woman whom I will forever love, admire, respect, and protect. I went on with my life too, and about a year later had a "reunion" of sorts of the group of friends from that night. Sadly, QT didn't make the return trip. She was still in England, still with her on-again really nice boyfriend. Her career was gaining full steam, and in a few years she'd be expecting her first child with her boyfriend.

I was happy for them both. Although I missed her horribly, I knew we had our own lives. When we see one another in times since, we always smile and often share a hug.

No matter the miles, years, or anything else between us…I'll never forget that night, and the image of her on that balcony. Some things remain truly magical. She always calls me "kiddo" in a low, gruff voice — and I call her the same. The night of our reunion at the Pub would be the last time our group of friends all got together in one place. Time marched on from then until now, and people went different ways. Although still around, they were forced from home on Sunset and now are at a new place off Melrose down the corner from the Paramount lot.

I still pop in on occasion for a warm cider, but things have changed. I sip my warm, non-alcoholic cider. Things have indeed changed. My buddy, friend, brother, and favorite loony named LC died not long after from a health problem he never knew he had. A hard funeral to get through, and I love his widow and family as if my own. It's not like he's dead, because I still expect to hear him staggering up the driveway any given morning asking if I'd seen his car.

Good old RW made the epic album of his career shortly after our adventures, and made it into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Lord knows, he deserves it. The eternal lovely Queen BN made it back to performing, re-igniting her band and her incredible singing all while marrying an entertainment lawyer and having kids!

My upstart shy buddy DK really hit the big time. Happily married to a great woman and they've got a hundred kids. Yes, my QT - the brunette goddess who stole my heart and body that night? She also got her big break in America — and proved me, and DK, and LC, and everyone correct who predicted her success.

She became a franchise star, hailed as one of the most beautiful women alive, and married a different guy in the biz although that one didn't work out exactly either. She's spread her wings doing art films and indies and is a true evergreen. A talented actress and a talented human being. A lady in every respect. Of course things change over the years, but if one day when our paths cross and we've had the right amount to drink, hear the right song, and live through a bar brawl?

Who knows? Maybe she'll chunder upon me once again. One never knows down which path or aisle such things may lead. I'm sharing all of this with you not only to share with you my friends the events of a crazy night. But also because that silly drunken promise we all made that fateful night to remain as a group The events of that night plus a few others may be made into a small little indie film in the near future.

With all the participants from that night on board, except for one R. It won't be a summer blockbuster or a franchise mega-hit. There's no superheroes except for RW's car , and probably won't make a blip in the awards. But it'll share with the world the crazed, chaotic, and eternal moments that bonded a group of friends together in a crazy night in Hollywood.

And it'll be one for the record books…Kiddo. Labels: blind items revealed , Himmmm. This was one of the best blinds. Love that we got the reveal! I hope that it does get made into a movie. Imma be honest with you. SD and Virginia If you don't find Tom Waits interesting Your loss S D, this was one of the best Himmmm stories because of the craziness that happened, not the names involved. If I knew the people I might have taken the time out Can someone clarify what Himmmmmmm stands for?

Clearly someone else in the industry but I'm a newbie and don't know! Thank you! Loved this! I love Joe Strummer and this story reminded me of my old drinking haunts in LA in the mid 90s. O' Briens on Wiltshire Blvd anyone? Crazy crazy wonderful nights that went on forever.