Emmy weekend, Runway loss aside, was actually pretty fun. It's like a populist version of the Oscars.
Bruce was my companion for the weekend, so "Brandy" was out in full force. Saturday was blazing hot and Brandy knew not what to do with ourselves. When you're in LA without a plan, there really is only one plan: Go straight to Fred Segal. We did, and bought various sundries. Bruce almost put down $400 smackers on a diamond-studded belt, but they only had it in brown. Impulse buys at Fred Segal, by the way, only look good in the store. When you get back to NYC (i.e. sanity) you curse the queen that tallked you into sacrificing dental work for, say, a faux fur coat for "men." I speak from experience, by the way.
Brandy drove aimlessly from there and wound up crashing the home of a sitcom superstar, demanded that he provide us with swimtrunks and beers, and instigated a full-on pool party to the bewildered surprise of the jettisoned jokester. Sufficiently entertained, we left to begin the evening with drinks at the intersection of now and now, Jeff Klein's Sunset Tower Hotel, where we joined Bravo Prexy Lauren Zalaznick and Sir Tim Gunn, who was fresh from Emmy Pre-show fashion drill camp. From there we hit NBC's Emmy Nominees party at Spago. Yes, Heidi was there and so was Mariska (and Fertitska) and Mr. T and Kyle XY (isn't he on Disney?) and a slew of NBC stars. (I have no clue why Mr. T was there; he may have gotten the year wrong but it was good to see him.) The highlight for Brandy was kissing the ring of Miss Barbara Eden. She said we made her night. On our way out, we ran smack into Nina Garcia and there were kisses flying everywhere. We all vowed to put a bookmark in our convo and resume at the Entertainment Weekly party across town.
The EW soiree felt like TV's version of the Vanity Fair party, with an assemblage of Kyle XY (again, happily), Matthew Perry, Lauren Holly (wha?), Rebecca from "Work Out," Tina Fey, people from "Lost" and "Greys Anatomy" and every other person on every other show that I don't watch. As Bruce and I chatted with Runway EP Dan Cutforth and his happening ladygal Julie, we noticed that Lindsay Lohan was huddled next to us with a pal. I have no idea why Lohan was there amongst the TV folk, but we felt good about her making a makeshift camp by the dj booth, spinnin' and sidekickin' under a massive two story blowup of EW's current cover featuring Tim and Heidi. I didn't see no blowcaine.