I’m back in Toronto. It’s cold. Okay. I have some more weird celebrity memories. I used to wait tables at this sushi restaurant in the Hollywood Hills and I saw Timothy Leary there who was a friend of my father’s. I had just graduated from university and when he asked what I was up to I told him I’d just finished school. “You’re my hero.”he said. “My son won’t go to college and I keep telling him it’s the most important thing. Education. Everyone, this girl is my hero.” He announces it to the entire table. Then I was like “would you like to order?”.
Precious Chong and her Crazy Night
We had a crazy night on Sunday. Wes’ sister, who is 19, got us tickets to go see her favorite band “Jack’s Mannequin”. Then we were invited to the after party where she was going to get stoned for the first time and wanted us all to be there. The concert was fun. We saw another band called Headautomatica and the lead singer sounded like Elvis Costello which I liked. Then Jack’s Mannequin which is the brainchild of Andrew McMahon. He was an amazing performer. It was fun. Then we got the wrong address for the after party and we were about to go home to our baby when his sister called and got us there. It was just the bands and some friends hanging out. We got introduced to her friend Andrew, who’s the lead singer. She had interviewed him for a website and he was really taken with how smart and thoughtful her questions were. So we all sit down and start smoking pot. I haven’t smoked pot in years. I decide to take like two tokes and that’s it. Okay. Maybe things have changed but I have never been that stoned in my entire life. Wes and I were laughing so much. Wes was doing this Will Ferrell anchorman imitation and I could not stop laughing. “I haven’t seen you smile this much since we looked at the stick and saw you were pregnant”. We made out. We were like the embarrassing older aunt and uncle at the party. Can you imagine if I became a stoner, in my thirties? How ironic would that be.
Precious Chong talks about the legacy of Tommy Chong
People used to ask me if I ever got stoned with my dad. Usually a guy. “Hey, do you like get high with your dad all the time?” It was a fantasy for them I guess. Like if I was Hugh Hefner’s kid I’d be frolicking with the playmates. So to answer the question that so many a teenaged boy asked me in the 80’s. Yes. Once. I was nineteen and my family was at a bbq in Malibu. I took a drag of a joint my dad was smoking. He was like “I’m so proud.” I don’t know if he said that or if he just was beaming. It got on my nerves. Like I was complicit with him. I spent a lot of time rebelling from my father’s image. Working really hard to be “straight”, “normal”, a “good girl”. It’s the curse of having “hip” parents. Where is the rebellion? Conformity. And that’s no fun.
But it wasn’t like a “pot fest” at my house all the time. Although I have to admit the smell of a joint reminds me of my father. I had a history teacher when I was in sixth grade. I was a straight A student at Le Lycee Francais de Los Angeles and this teacher whom I really looked up to came to class one day and says “I saw one of your father’s films last night and I was really disgusted.” He went on and on about the drug use in the film and the “dumb” humor. I was shattered. I told my parents hoping they would complain to the principal and get this jerk fired. But they didn’t do anything. Which at the time I didn’t understand. I get it now. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I have always cared too much what people think. Something I still struggle with to this day.
Precious Chong talks about the Reading Series
We also read Wes’ script at the Festival on Tuesday. It was exciting. His younger brother and friend who are drama students came down to see it. I was nervous reading it in front of them at the house. Like high school. The moderator for the festival reading was amazing. She gave all three scripts great feedback and I learned a lot. I was really proud of Wes. I think it’s going to be a great short.
Precious Chong talks about the Film Festival
Then we went to the film festival the next night. Jack was staying with his Nana for a couple of days so Wes and I tore it up. We went to yoga, the movies, dinner and then the festival. I really enjoyed most of the films. Okay, I have to say, there was this one movie called Goshawk that people were being hard on because they thought it was too impenetrable. I got what the film was saying. I mean it’s flawed but I think the filmmaker has something. But I didn’t speak up. I was intimidated. So for what it’s worth if you ever read this Goshawk director, I got it.