Just returned from Tommy Gunn's birthday party at Opera in Hollywood. It was Sunny Leone's birthday, too, so she was there looking amazing as usual. I almost didn't get in TO DO MY JOB. The bouncer thought I had a fake ID. C'mon, if I was under 21, would I go as far fetched as to say I was 37? I had to go to my car and get my car registration because I didn't have any credit cards or other forms of ID on me to show him. Inconvenient, but I should count my blessings. Happy birthday to me! I'm still not canceling my first botox appointment next week.