I'm in Beverly Hills for a screening of Kristen Wiig's new film The Skeleton Twins, and I've arrived early and hungry. I walk down Wilshire Boulevard -- with Amy Winehouse's "Tears Dry On Their Own" playing in my head -- and happen upon a swanky restaurant/bar, just in time for their happy hour specials. I order Jameson and appetizers as I talk with a striking hostess, who glides up to the bar in a tiny black dress.
Before I know it, I'm running late. I rush up Wilshire and settle into my seat for the screening.