I slept in Zach Galifianakis’ bed

Yesterday I had the great pleasure in coming full circle on a part of my life that started five years ago.
It was time when I was fresh out on the street after the separation from my now ex-wife and I was kind of roaming around looking for more permanent digs.
A friend of mine, who I can no longer remember, told me about a place in Venice that needed house sitting while the owner was way making a movie, somewhere in the Northwest. The same friend also told me that I should go out of my way to check out this guys stand up act as he was supposed to be very funny.

We spoke on the phone, Zach and I, and without ever even meeting each other made arrangements that I would stay in his charming bachelor bungalow in Venice, walking distance to the now defunct Stroh’s Gormet.
Zach was very cordial about the whole thing, he was a bit rushed and I had the feeling it was all very last minute for him.

For me it was great. I had a nice little house to myself, a claw foot tub, a wood burning stove for heat.

I don’t want to give more details, but it feels a bit weird talking about the now celeb and maestro of “Between Two Ferns” underwear drawer. But if you want to see the house and if you want to see the bed I slept in for six weeks, it is all available in Fiona Apples video “Not About Love”. Which kind of makes it feel like I not only slept in Zach’s bed, but really I slept in Zach’s and Fiona’s bed, right?

 

I lived there for about six weeks I guess, dont really remember. I also dont really remember why I never met the guy, just didnt work out that way. I think this is the only photo I have from my time there, a picture of a great indian frozen dinner I prepared and had to blog about on my old before its time website.

But that all changed on February 22, 2011

I was having lunch with my loved one at Mozza one and as we were leaving Zach came in through the door with two cronies. He sat down, and I said to myself, “This is the only chance I will ever have to tell him about the whole bed swapping incident five years ago. So, I politely approached his table and asked if I could have a moment, He looked up suspiciously, but accepting and I said.

Me: “Dude, I slept in your bed for six weeks about five years ago!”
Zach: “You did?”
Me: “Yes, I house sat for you for some reason. It was a craigslist or friend of a friend thing”
Zach: “Really, my house?”
Me: “Yes, in Venice, right next to Stroh’s Gourmet”
Zach: “Wow, what’s your name?”
Me: “Henry Cline”
Zach: “Nice to meet you Henry, my name is Zach”
Me: “You still livin’ there, how is the house?”
Zach: “Yup, still there, someone broke in last month, stole my car”
Me: “The Subarbu?”
Zach: (small double take) “Yes, the Subarbu”

Then I left.

Feels good to have finality on this issue. Chalk it up for another fifteen minutes of fame for the old Hankster. It was almost too much, but for desert we went to the greatest ice cream parlor in LA, Sweet Rose and low and behold, Dustin Hoffman was coming out of the men’s room. Now about 43 years ago I was at a Howard Johnson’s on a road trip with the family and we stopped at HoJo’s for some lunch. Guess who was in the bathroom when little Hank had to go? But THAT, is clearly another story.

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