She makes a half-assed attempt to capitalize on her C-list fame every few years. Her dad actually owned the place, and he started making money on her sexuality by the time she was in 5th or 6th grade. Odd, creepy bunch. She was friends with another girl I've know even longer. Around '99/00, I ran into her for the first time in a few years at the Vogue. Naturally, I started hitting on her in my inept way (which was made even more comical because I was plastered0. Then, I look over to my left and see a belt buckle about eye level with me. Yep, I'm hitting on Dale Davis' date right in front of him. All I could see then was two giant eyeballs.