We love the Emmys. We love the telecast, the upset winners, the crazy decisions, the losers who put on those thinly veiled brave faces even as they gnash their teeth. We love the fashions, especially as Emmy becomes more and more a signal of what to expect at the Golden Globes and Oscars. And now that we’ve thrown our first-ever Emmy bash, we love being part of one of the craziest, most fun weekends in showbiz.
Our Emmy blast was at L.A.’s White Lotus on Saturday, Sept. 20, the night before the awards ceremony. The party was months in the planning, and all I can say is that our special-events manager, Anne Fair Hart, simply outdid herself. The place rocked to the music of DJs Mark Ronson and Z-Trip, and the dance floor grooved with the likes of Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher (who’d just wrapped up a night of red-carpet punking for an upcoming episode of his MTV hit). As you can see above, the celebrity quotient was suitably high. The most helpful stars of the evening: ”Queer Eye”’s Fab Five, who, true to their day jobs, instructed me never to keep a cocktail napkin in my shirt pocket, lest I be accused of aping the Regis look, which is, Carson told me, so ”five years ago.”
At the end of the night — which was late — three things were clear: (1) I will never again stuff paper in a shirt pocket. (2) Everyone had a great time. And (3) we’ll be back next year.
RICK TETZELI MANAGING EDITOR