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" It was an enviable assignment: Be an Entourage guy for a day. Breakfast and pedicures with the boys, just bantering the way they do on their excellent HBO show every Sunday night. How hard could it be? For me - not exactly a Hummer-driving ass magnet - very.  Jerry Ferrara, who plays the group&amp;#039;s potbellied, pot-smoking mascot Turtle, arrives first with Kevin Connolly, who plays E, the tightly wound manager. Kevin Dillon, the thespian wing nut Johnny Drama, saunters in next. They talk about a fight tomorrow in Vegas and who&amp;#039;s going with whom. It&amp;#039;s like listening to high schoolers - albeit high schoolers with ringside seats and access to private jets.  &amp;quot;Who&amp;#039;s Dillon going with?&amp;quot; asks Connolly, lighting up a cigarette.  &amp;quot;One of the Billys,&amp;quot; says Jerry. &amp;quot;I think it&amp;#039;s Sensitive Billy.&amp;quot;  Sensitive Billy?  &amp;quot;Dillon has these two friends,&amp;quot; Connolly says. &amp;quot;One we call Sensitive Billy and the other, Insensitive Billy. Me and Sensitive Billy bonded because I&amp;#039;m sensitive. Sensitive Kevin.&amp;quot;  Adrian Grenier, who plays Hollywood It boy Vincent Chase, struts straight from his chauffeured Prius up to the table and says, &amp;quot;What is going on here?&amp;quot; He&amp;#039;s pointing at my Bloody Mary (when in Rome, was my thinking). &amp;quot;Am I allowed to have one?&amp;quot;  We all order scrambled eggs or omelets except for Drama - I mean, Dillon - who goes for Lobster Eggs Benedict.  Jerry and Connolly: &amp;quot;Nice!&amp;quot;  I ask Adrian what he did last night. The rest of the guys did nothing special - watched the Warriors &amp;quot;destroy the Mavs&amp;quot;; beers with one of the Billys. Adrian, however, went to a party. &amp;quot;Scary,&amp;quot; he says. &amp;quot;Lots of people. I ended up getting stuck in a corner.&amp;quot;  I feel for him. I, too, often wind up in a corner at parties. It&amp;#039;s heartening to know we have so much in common. &amp;quot;I get accosted,&amp;quot; he says, and I nod. &amp;quot;I heard you had an after-party the other night,&amp;quot; says Connolly to Adrian. He almost seems pissed he wasn&amp;#039;t invited.  &amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s no better way to kill an after-party and get girls to leave than to start jamming,&amp;quot; says Adrian, who drums in a &amp;quot;country/glam-rock/ukulele band&amp;quot; called The Honey Brothers. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s a good way to weed the bad ones out. But the good girls, they love it.&amp;quot; I play some guitar myself, and I&amp;#039;m thinking I should invite Adrian over to soft-rock out next time he&amp;#039;s in New York, but before I can, Jerry interjects: &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll be damned if I&amp;#039;m gonna drive to Silver Lake and watch Adrian play the drums at 2 in the morning.&amp;quot;  Dillon looks up from his lobster chunks: &amp;quot;Adrian, mouse in the bricks.&amp;quot;  Who in the what?  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s code,&amp;quot; says Dillon. &amp;quot;It means he&amp;#039;s got something stuck in his teeth.&amp;quot; Adrian picks out a speck of toast.  I ask Connolly what it&amp;#039;s like to work with so many fine women. &amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s a lot of on-set crushes,&amp;quot; he says. &amp;quot;We call them Set Feelings.&amp;quot;  Dillon offers, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m a married man. I don&amp;#039;t get those.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I get &amp;#039;em,&amp;quot; says Connolly. &amp;quot;Adrian&amp;#039;s been known to get them, too.&amp;quot;  Adrian asks to trade a piece of his turkey bacon for my bacon bacon. We swap.  &amp;quot;I had Club Feelings the other night,&amp;quot; Connolly continues. Everyone at the table agrees, Club Feelings are the toughest kind of Feelings. &amp;quot;She was hot, and I choked. What else is new?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Back when I was a predator, I normally chickened out,&amp;quot; says Jerry, who lives with his girlfriend now. &amp;quot;I hung up my claws.&amp;quot;  Dillon offers me a bite of lobster. &amp;quot;I see you&amp;#039;ve been eyeing that!&amp;quot;  We hit the spa. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m getting my nails done,&amp;quot; says Dillon. &amp;quot;Manis and pedis.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m getting a pedi,&amp;quot; says Connolly. &amp;quot;All my tension goes to my feet.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;He&amp;#039;s got some weird foot fetish,&amp;quot; says Dillon.  &amp;quot;I do not,&amp;quot; says Connolly. &amp;quot;They hurt because I&amp;#039;m athletic.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Whatever,&amp;quot; says Dillon. Then, to one of our female attendants, &amp;quot;If you&amp;#039;ve got a razor, maybe you can shave his toes.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Watch it,&amp;quot; says Connolly.  &amp;quot;He&amp;#039;s sensitive,&amp;quot; says Adrian.  Me too! Maybe they should write me into the script. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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