I was thisclose to flying to Las Vegas last Sunday to go to stud muffin Wilmer Valderrama's Halloween party. But it was the last minute and the cheapest flight was over $400. If it was Jakob Dylan or Bono or friggin' Snoop Dogg, I most definitely would have dropped the cash. Wilmer? He's more in the $200 to $300 range. Anyway, my friend, who did attend -- she knows him -- promises to spill some dirt. But we'll have to wait another day because she seemed a tad hungover earlier when I heard from her. Anyway, instead of going to Wilmer's bash, I attended a family birthday party on Sunday at a quiet restaurant north of NYC. Small place. Out of the way. No big fuss. Well, when I walked into the joint, who did I come face to face with but one of the soap stars from my infamous Scores strip club outing. There he was sitting at the table right next to mine with his soap star wife, their kids and another couple. It was priceless. Needless to say, we didn't have a whole big happy Scores reunion. Can you imagine: Honey, this is one of the girls who came to Scores with me one night. Me and a few guys in the cast were liquored up and getting some lap dances. Good time. It was more of a look that said: Please don't come over here and say hi. I'm beggin' ya.Of course I didn't say anything -- I'm waaay too smart for that. But my father, of all people, almost spilled the beans. I immediately told my sisters what was up, and then my eldest sister decided to tell my dad the story. (Because a father always enjoys hearing about how his youngest daughter went to a strip club with a bunch of married actors.) Anyway, my dad isn't so subtle. So he was asking -- from the other side of the table -- which guy we were talking about. ("Who's the guy from the strip club?") Luckily, he responded well to my "cut it" signal.Moral of my story? It's a small, small world -- so be careful who you go to strip clubs with.