Owen Wilson is only a few weeks removed from trying to do himself in with sharp objects and pills, and already he's back out boozing it up with his Hollywood buddies. On the 5th of October, Owen and some of his pals reportedly got themselves a private room at the Viceroy hotel in Santa Monica, ordered up a whole bunch of alcohol and got totally shit-faced. Said one witness:
They had bottle service and were drinking vodka. Owen got so drunk, he stumbled when he went to leave. He could hardly walk. It was clear he'd had too much.
And another:
He looked like he'd already been drinking [when he arrived]. He was stumbling when he came in and literally falling down when he left.
And yet another:
He ordered Patron Silver tequila on the rocks... and was drinking steadily the whole time.
Well, I guess the Indian faith-healer didn't do Owen much good after all. Now he's returned to a more classic method of dealing with pain - drowning it with firewater. Soon Owen will be back to popping pills, and calling random strangers on the phone and crying to them. Perhaps one of said strangers will finally be able to explain to Owen that his life is screwed up because he thinks booze and pills and silly Indian mumbo-jumbo are going to save him when what he really needs is to take responsibility for himself. He probably wouldn't stop blubbering long enough to listen anyway.
(source)
