"My poor publicist," Evans said. "She knows I like to drink. She was like, 'Please don't drink too much, please just don't drink too much -- you're gonna take this person out, and they're going to ruin you.'"
Fortunately for Evans, Zimmerman had one hell of a time. Wearing a white T-shirt and a black cap, the actor plucked the writer out of the crowed, gave her a big kiss on the cheek and brought her back to the VIP section.
After the club, Zimmerman blacked out and apparently attempted to "crawl out a window and wander off" from Evans' home. Evans noticed her "in the gutter" and took her back inside. The next morning, the dazed writer, failing to hail or call a cab, eventually hitched a ride back to her hotel with "a very pretty, blonde, possibly Asian transsexual and her much younger male friend," she writes.