Slash and Duff (left) remain the coolest members of defunct rock band Guns 'N' Roses

Earlier today, my friend Jon reminded me that I never described how Slash's hair touched my knee at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show last week. Sorry about that. Let's rewind to Thursday evening at the Kodak Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard.

It's 8 p.m., and I'm waiting for the late show to start. The emcee informs the crowd of its last chance to sit, and things are settling down. I'm exhausted and about 12 rows from the runway. (Great seats, by the way.)

Victoria's Secret puts on basically a miniature version of fashion week, with events happening before and after the actual taping of the show, which will air Tuesday, December 4, at 10 p.m. on CBS. By the time you actually sit down and watch the models, it almost seems like an afterthought.

That is, if you don't sit directly behind two founding members of Guns 'N' Roses -- Slash and Duff McKagan. Both arrived minutes before the show with bodacious, busty women in tight dresses. (Literally, the breasts of the woman sitting next to Slash were about to pop from her dress like a pair of giant, luscious champagne corks.) They sat one row in front of me -- Duff one seat to the left, Slash one to the right.

I resisted getting star-stuck all week, even when I saw celebrities wandering around town and when getting my picture taken with Karolina Kurkova. (See below.) Then come Slash and Duff, dressed like they only care a little, right near me.

(She seemed more in to me than what appears in the photo...)

Instead of his trademark top hat, Slash was wearing a baseball cap backwards. For a minute, I thought, "Wow, thanks for not wearing a giant black stovepipe that would block my view. How considerate." Then I read the slogan embroidered on the back of the hat, which spelled the F-word in bright leather letters. Right there, in gothic script, for me to see: "F - - K."

Duff was wearing a white shirt, black tie, an evening jacket and faded black jeans bearing patches from various punk bands of te 1970s and 1980s.

So, here I am, almost directly behind two guitar heroes -- and idols of mine, for sure. I had to get up to let someone to get by, and when I stood up, I inched my way towards Slash, whose head was at thigh level and whose hair was hanging wildly behind his seat in my row. It worked: His hair touched my knee.

Well, I was wearing a tuxedo, so his hair touched my tuxedo. But I'm not washing it.

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