Sir Tim was mobbed all night. For the 20 minutes that I stood with him, the likes of Anthony Michael Hall, Taye Diggs, Dennis Leary, and Amber "Joan of Arcadia" Tamblyn all came to pay their respects. I met another Andy Cohen. This one is a movie producer. There's also an Andy Cohen who is an agent at ICM and another who is a mustachioed spiritual advisor. It's always fun and weird to meet another Andy Cohen. We are both at war and at peace. It felt like a cavalcade of Bravo stars had descended on the party before midnight when I introduced Kathy Griffin to Tim Gunn as Jai Rodriguez looked on. Kathy was so excited to meet him. Jai, by the way, is about to really blow up on the Fox show "Duets" where he will be among a group of celebs paired with massive singing stars singing duets. Kinda like "Dancing with the Stars," but with singing, see?
The next night's Emmys speak for themselves. I was really psyched to meet Seal before the show. He is incredibly handsome and nice. All the Runway kids sat together and I leaned on Nina for fashion commentary throughout the show, which she freely gave. While I was transfixed by Jeremy Piven's hair system (pulleys n' plugs?), Nina was agape and agog at the ascot. It was a good show until Runway lost and we all went to the lobby bar to commiserate. It was there that I spied a cable prexy getting a girl on girl, lip-to-lip kiss from a reality superstar.
And it was there that I witnessed a former pop tart trying to pick up my compainion, and half of Brandy, Bruce. After the show and the Governor's Ball, Brandy split for the HBO party. It was wall-to-wall pink and green carpet and wretchedly perfect excess. There were crickets by the "Big Love" tables and crowds near Gandolfini and I got elbowed by Paris Hilton and we ran into Candy Spelling maybe 18 times in the course of an hour and reconnecting with Michael Patrick King was the highlight of the party. And that was Emmy weekend.