Last month, I shot a role in Adam Carolla’s new film
Road Hard, and last night I attended the film’s wrap party at Adam’s warehouse. Adam was in an especially jovial mood.
I think he’d had a couple of bowls of loudmouth soup.
There were unlimited servings of Mangria, Adam’s exclusive fortified wine. Possibly fortified with ruphies.
Adam is a car-guy, and is also producing a documentary about Paul Newman’s racing career. Adam owns and races many of Paul’s cars, and stressed that his only rule at the party was not to touch his shit: “Unlike the BET Awards, I have a metal detector set up for when you leave, bitches.”
