Out of 'Practice'

I have no intention whatsoever of this becoming some sort of voyeuristic celebrity blog. But I can't help if it I see one.

Especially if he steals my hair gel.

That's right, Dylan McDermott. I'm calling you out.

OK, so he didn't actual steal the gel. But due to security line confusion at LAX a couple days back, he very well might have ended up with my one-quart plastic bag full of dude bathroom stuff (OK, toiletries. Whatever).

The toothbrush? Replaceable. Though not by the hotel. Sure they have all I need in case I "forgot" something. All I needed was a damn toothbrush, some paste (which they did have), arguably deodorant (they had that too), the nearby bridge to actually cross the highway and some hair product.

Managed to get the brush, paste and deodorant, but the bridge across the highway still is in ruins, I lost a since-refilled/replaced prescription, and my clay and spray might now be in McDermott's stupid actor hair (while I had to "borrow" gel from a coworker one day, try to use hotel-issued moisturizer the next before spending upwards of $10 on a tiny bottle of hairspray at the Atlanta airport).

(Incidentally, on an ensuing trip, that coworker ended up having to borrow gel from a bald coworker. Dylan never would stoop to such depths.)

All this after I caught his falling luggage. Seriously!

So, what to do. As far as I can tell, my choices are:

1. Let it go and move on with my life.
2. Write a letter to Entertainment Weekly.
3. Contact Mr. McDermott's publicist.
4. Stalk ol' Dylan and steal his damn hair product
5. Forget about this post, only to come across it a few months later and finally finish/post it

Guess I went with No. 5. Oops.