I have a friend who has a friend who has a friend who slept with Adrien Grenier.  Don’t we all?  My friend, SK, wasn’t able to get any deets on his bedroom ability but she was able to get his phone number.  His band had a show in Williamsburg this past weekend and, living in Williamburg herself, she decided it was the perfect time to try the phone number.

SK text to Adrien: Hey Adrien, where’s the afterparty tonight?

Adrien: Do I know you?

SK: Yeah, it’s SK.

Adrien: Remind me where I know you from.

SK: We met last time you were in Williamsburg.

Adrien: We did?  Where was it?

SK: The beergarden place.

Adrien: What’s it called?

SK: Radegast.

Adrien: I don’t think I’ve ever been there.

SK: Well, jeez, if you don’t remember me we don’t have to talk.

Adrien: No, wait.  Just send me a picture to remind me who you are.

SK: Ugh.  Fine.  Don’t tell me where the party is.

OK.  So, while that exchange is hardly anything gossip worthy it should be noted that the whole exchange of texts took place over 45 minutes before his show started and begs the question - how the hell bored was he?  He’s the star of a hit TV show about to go onstage as the lead of a rock band in a part of town where the girls are pretty easy and the drugs flow plentifully and he spends his time texting with some girl he doesn’t know, trying to get her to send him a picture.  Maybe being a celeb isn’t all that exciting…