I wore contacts for the first time on Halloween. I couldn’t see a thing. Everything was white and fuzzy and film gauzy.

Los Angeles has been in the worst drought in a hundred years. I don’t remember the last time it rained. The weather has been beautiful. But on Halloween it rained. I was standing outside on the lawn of a haunted hotel, watching the singer of Maroon 5 drum for Motley Crüe, when I felt water drops on me. I thought people behind me were spilling their drinks and I was terrified I would get pink cranberry-vodka stains on my white silk dress. The awning above me poured stored up droplets of rain on my back and I realized it wasn’t vodka.

They played a few songs- maybe 5- all the hits. I ran inside as soon as it was over and 10 minutes later it poured. The rain periodically ceased then increased before we left for the afterparty. I still couldn’t see a thing. In the bathroom at Mickey’s house, Elaine from Seinfeld helped me take out my contacts. I had never met her before but I let her touch my eye.