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entertainment took place off stage in a heated
exchange between presidential advisor Karl
Rove and “Inconvenient Truth” producer Laurie
David over global warming. The buzz traveled
faster than DSL and stole the show. Little
introduced himself as a “nightclub performer
who does a lot of dumb, stupid jokes.” Right
on! “We comedians don’t have malpractice
insurance,” Mark Russell offered. “He was in a
tough spot. It’s exactly what happened to me
with President Reagan back in the ’80s. A lot of
people were killed that week. He said, ‘This is
no time to be funny, here’s Mark Russell.’”
Most ridiculous scene of the night? Ousted
American Idol hopeful Sanjaya surrounded by
bodyguards, publicists and autograph hounds. “It’s
always kind of interesting to watch how people
really spend so much time clamoring to get the
attention of these ‘celebrities’ who we won’t even |
recognize a year from now,” said ABC Radio’s
Chris Berry. “Unless you’re a Kennedy, by the
way, big hair and big teeth don’t work.” The
Washington Post’s Amy Argetsinger had this to
say: “In a couple of years we’re going to look
back upon this as the last great White House
Correspondents’ Dinner. The whole thing is
going to implode under its own weight.”
AFTER DINNER ENTERTAINMENT
Guests bolted to the Bloomberg after party
at the Embassy of Costa Rica, where namesake
Michael held court. The opulent surroundings
sucked in Petra Nemcova, presidential hopeful
Mike Huckabee, Kerry Washington, Al Hunt,
Joe Scarborough, Valerie Bertinelli, Michelle
Kwan, Andrea Mitchell and Bill Paxton.
(They all played in colored lights, drank colored
drinks and went home in white slippers.) |
“Bloomberg made me who I am right now,”
said Media Bistro’s Patrick Gavin (tongue in
cheek). “Bathrobes and tubs, this is who I am. I
want to thank the Bloomberg Empire for that.
A lot of people spend a lot of money on self
help books and therapy and all I needed was a
good Bloomberg after party.” On the essence
of temporary power, Bloomberg event organizer
Judith Czelusniak remarked: “There’s no time
for reveling in the pre-party attention. At 3 a.m.
I pick up a cocktail for the first time all night
and think, ‘yep, we did it again.’”
To friends of Christopher Hitchens:
“Not my invitation list, only my apartment.”
Translation: come at you own peril. Vanity
Fair’s bash resurfaced at his Kalorama residence
boasting a clubby, chummy atmosphere that
delivered Supreme Court Justice Antonin |
