The After Party

[yes...a bit delayed]

After we got out of the movie premiere, it was time to head to the after party. Since a theatre full of people had all left the Ziegfeld at the same time, getting a cab for four people was next to impossible.

After standing on the corner for about 15 minutes, we decided to wave down a car service. We ended up in a more than nice car, which had enough room for the four of us to sit in the back seat. As we neared the after party, we noticed that the street was so clogged with taxis, we were going to have to get out and walk the rest of the way.

That’s when the after party bouncers began clearing the street. For us. Because we were the only car on the street that wasn’t a yellow cab. People were moved, cars were shooed, and space was made for us as our car pulled up to the red carpet and papparazzi began to take pictures.

They stopped once they saw us step out of the car.

We knew we would see celebrities while at this party. But it never occured to us that we would be anywhere near them. To be honest, I was surprised by a lot of things that night. For one, I figured people like me would be kept behind a chain link fence, or perhaps asked to wear sandwich boards indicating my status as a normal person. Also, when I first saw Brad Pitt, for some reason I was shocked he had skin. I don’t know what I expected him to have, but skin wasn’t it.

While bumping around the party, we saw so many celebrities it made us giddy. There was Fran Drescher, who still looks incredible. There was also Kumar, from Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. We also saw Brian Williams, the Duchess of York, and Jeremy Piven.

Now. Jeremy Piven. He had showed up by himself to the party, and I’m pretty sure that the smell of desperation that escaped from his pores could bring tears to just about anyone. He was walking around just waiting for a woman to walk up to him and fawn all over his celebritiness.

And eventually, one did. Jaslene. Winner of America’s Next Top Model. Who is nothing more than a pile of toothpicks held together with some spit and a prayer. Have you ever been around someone that was so skinny, you wanted to see if you could pick them up over your head or break them? I know I do.

It wasn’t until later that night did we notice [read: followed them around] that Jeremy Piven and Jaslene were spending a lot of time with one another. We now know that they are dating, and the very shallow side of me is excited that I was there to watch this doomed relationship at its birth.

When it was finally time to leage, we walked out of the party and towards the red carpet. Parked where they were when we went in, behind little barricades, were the papparazzi. I don’t understand it, but they took our pictures. A lot. So we did what first came to our minds. We posed.

I’ve yet to find these pictures, even though I’ve scoured Wire Image. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if these people were just nice enough to endulge our celebrity for a night status, then went and deleted all the pictures once they got home. Because I feel the cost to take our picture drastically outweighed whatever they could have sold it for.

I’ll try to get the pictures we took up here. They were taken from Jill’s cell phone, so we have to upload them somehow.

Finally, sorry for the lack of posting. From here on out, I’ll do a better job of posting. Promise!