Today, I have come down with a small case of writer's block and between Parker's busy schedule and horrible case of "Rhino Virus" we just don't have much to write about. So today we will revisit an old story about drinking Apple Martinis with celebrities once upon a time in Hollywood:
It's never a good idea to invite two 30-somethings with lifelong subscriptions to STAR and US magazines to a Hollywood party. Unfortunately, Parker's network executive sister learned this lesson the hard way.
It all started innocently enough - the night before the Emmy Awards, which is a big night of parties in Hollywood. After a day of shopping at Barney's and dining at the Ivy and Koi, we felt like Paris and Nicole. Only not as thin. Or young. Minus the Paparazzi. Also, I was in my Toyota SUV instead of a Bentley, but you get the picture. The party was at Spago, smack in the middle of Beverly Hills. As we entered, we were overcome with a plethora of Hollywood television and movie stars. The wine was flowing and we pleasantly strolled through the glamorous soiree. The second glass of wine (a.k.a. liquid courage) had surely gone to my head when I approached comedian Ant and spurted out "You new rug looks great!" (FYI - it didn't look great but more like a sick raccoon had found a place to die smack on Ant's head). Some people might have taken offense, but Ant was a trooper and we chatted about Celebrity Fit Club for a good 45 minutes. My new found friendship with Ant and a chat with another sitcom star - who would go on the next day to win an Emmy - gave me the confidence of Janice Dickinson on speed.
The good news is that we actually were on the guest list and didn't look entirely out of place. It's not as if we showed up with mullets wearing and "I'm With Stupid" shirt or "Knott's Berry Farm" tank tops with acid-washed jean shorts. Unfortunately, at some point during the night, all composure went out the door. (To be fair, it's not like we stood on the bar and waved our tatas, so things could have been much worse.)
Blinded by the celebrity, we were unaware of the sprawling buffet of food including fresh shrimp, crab legs and caviar, not to mention a "Chocolate Bar" with Austrian chocolate flown in from Europe that morning. The alcohol bar, sadly, was not overlooked. Within 45 minutes, we had exchanged our wine for Apple Martinis served in glasses the size of a small toilet. Shortly thereafter, we became convinced that everyone was our best friend.
Donald Trump? Well, since the Donald and I did have a mutual acquaintance, it made it perfectly reasonable for me to go up to him and start a conversation while his wife Melania (who we might have called "Melanoma") stood there with "freeze face" pretending to be interested. Our chat was cut short when Parker butted in and told him that all the contestants on "The Apprentice" were losers and if she were on the show she would "Kick Ass".
When we were introduced to the cast of The Office, we soon became their "Soul Sistahs". As for the actors from Fox's "24"? I'm pretty sure we made lunch dates with them all.
Other "Highlights" of the night included:
- Seeing Glen Close and making the rational and mature decision to yell "GLENN CLOSE" in her ear as she passed me by. It came out sounding like Steve Carrell screaming "Noooo Kelly Clarkson" during the waxing scene in the 40-Year Old Virgin.
- Swishing my giant martini onto Marlon Wayan's purple suede suit. But not before we asked him exactly which Wayan brother he was. (I don't think he was amused).
- Parker telling Carson Daly that I thought he was "hot" (for the record, I am happily married and do not, nor ever have thought Carson Daly "hot"). She then proceed to tell (scream at) him a deafening tone "Eat a Sandwich, Fattie"!
- Making fun of fashion designer Jay Carroll's homemade red poncho to has face. (Jay Carroll was the first season winner of Project Runway and was still enjoying his 15-minutes of fame). Clearly Jay had spent countless hours handcrafting his Poncho into a meticulous replica of a Mexican Serape that could have been purchased across the border for approximately nine American dollars. Jay retorted by looking at Parker's $125 Joie "Dragon Tee" with a look of disgust, telling her that "Dragon's are sooo out." Whatever Jay! Clearly his fantasy of making the Poncho the next best thing never panned out.
- Ending the night at a popular West Hollywood bar where Parker immediately ordered a "2-in-the-morning" burger and fries. She protected that burger like a wolf protects her young. No one was getting a bite of that delectable beer-soaked burger. Good thing she downed that burger because why would she have bothered to enjoy the Spago complimentary seafood and chocolate buffets, when a greasy, $10 Ebola burger was in her future?
We returned to Parker's sister's condo late that night, giddy like 1990's schoolgirls who had just met Donny Wahlberg from NKOTB. I put on a Doors tee and passed out on the couch in full makeup. Parker walked teeth-first into the sliding glass door - leaving a small chip and a whistle-like lisp, which would be a fabulous attribute at the next day's Emmy Awards that she'd be attending with her sister.
Serendipitously, I would not be attending the Emmys. Thank God, as I'm pretty sure that Ellen DeGeneres wouldn't want her monolouge to be interrupted by the sound of my dry heaving. As I drove back to Orange County that morning I contemplated the night before, over a McDonald's Hash Brown and Coke - because really, why would I have partaked in the Crab Leg and Caviar buffet when a hash-brown-in-a-box was in my future?
Stay tuned for Parker's account of the Emmy Awards!