Me and the Entourage Boys
Getting a shot at every guy's fantasy - to roll deep with the cast of Entourage.
By Howie Kahn
At the Four Seasons Hotel Los Angeles. From left, Adrian Grenier, Jerry Ferrara, Kevin Dillon, Kevin Connolly, and the author, Howie Kahn.
Photo Credit: Peter Yang
It was an enviable assignment: Be an Entourage guy for a day. Breakfast and pedicures with the boys, just bantering the way they do on their excellent HBO show every Sunday night. How hard could it be? For me - not exactly a Hummer-driving ass magnet - very.
Jerry Ferrara, who plays the group's potbellied, pot-smoking mascot Turtle, arrives first with Kevin Connolly, who plays E, the tightly wound manager. Kevin Dillon, the thespian wing nut Johnny Drama, saunters in next. They talk about a fight tomorrow in Vegas and who's going with whom. It's like listening to high schoolers - albeit high schoolers with ringside seats and access to private jets.
"Who's Dillon going with?" asks Connolly, lighting up a cigarette.
"One of the Billys," says Jerry. "I think it's Sensitive Billy."
"Dillon has these two friends," Connolly says. "One we call Sensitive Billy and the other, Insensitive Billy. Me and Sensitive Billy bonded because I'm sensitive. Sensitive Kevin."
Adrian Grenier, who plays Hollywood It boy Vincent Chase, struts straight from his chauffeured Prius up to the table and says, "What is going on here?"
He's pointing at my Bloody Mary (when in Rome, was my thinking). "Am I allowed to have one?"
We all order scrambled eggs or omelets except for Drama - I mean, Dillon - who goes for Lobster Eggs Benedict.
Jerry and Connolly: "Nice!"
I ask Adrian what he did last night. The rest of the guys did nothing special - watched the Warriors "destroy the Mavs"; beers with one of the Billys. Adrian, however, went to a party. "Scary," he says. "Lots of people. I ended up getting stuck in a corner."
I feel for him. I, too, often wind up in a corner at parties. It's heartening to know we have so much in common. "I get accosted," he says, and I nod.
"I heard you had an after-party the other night," says Connolly to Adrian. He almost seems pissed he wasn't invited.
"There's no better way to kill an after-party and get girls to leave than to start jamming," says Adrian, who drums in a "country/glam-rock/ukulele band" called The Honey Brothers. "It's a good way to weed the bad ones out. But the good girls, they love it."