It would have been nice to receive an invite to the Hermes Fall/Winter 2004 Collection Preview Luncheon yesterday, but I didn’t. Indeed, I never received a formal invite to the party I crashed last night either. Call it a trend. I had to beg, and the squeaky wheel bit worked.
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Last night I hit The Hotel Gansevoort, where Conde Nast Traveler promoted its Annual Hot List issue. Once I heard India Arie would be performing, it was the event I simply had to find a way into. So my Outlook calendar had to be revised. Move over Lansky Lounge Spring Fling, hello Jeffrey Chodorow (of China Grill, Asia de Cuba, Red Square, Tuscan Steak, Blue Door, and New York’s MIX).

You all want to know who was there. India Arie, Elisabeth Rohm, Famke Janssen, Kim Cattrall, Molly Shannon, Patricia Velasquez, Danny Aiello, Keri Russell, Jules Asner, Richard Roxburgh, David Lauren.

It was everything I expected: A lot of celebrities I should know the names of but don’t, beautiful people, passing as celebrities, dripping their pink martinis (POMs: Pomegranate juice, Stoli Raspberry, and 7up, orange wedge), amazing weather on the roof, dancing over a pool (thinking the pool scene in It’s a Wonderful Life), skewers of spicy shrimp and tender salmon garnished with an edible orchid, and of course, lots of gay men. India Arie and the company of my friends made my night. I certainly had too much to drink… again… yes at one point I was trying to convince someone I really was Puerto Rican by spanglishing out with the wait staff, who by the by, loved my effort. To show their appreciation of my seexy Spanish acthent… they continued to seek me out, even on the dance floor, to replenish my half-finished drinks. Si, claro que si.

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My own personal “Hot List” to come shortly… I know baited breath…