Before Friday, I had never been to the Chateau Marmont, but as of this morning I’ve now been twice. Friday night it was all glam in the penthouse and Sunday it was a subdued get-together in a bungalow.
Stephen, the WOW Report editor, was kind enough to take me as his plus-one to Bryan Rabin’s birthday bash in the penthouse. We arrived at what some would call too early, but I like to think it was right on time – early enough that our entrance was noticed, but not so early that there was only one person to notice.
Once we attacked the open bar (just Corona by the by) we settled in on the terrace overlooking Sunset Boulevard. My rule still applies – no matter where you are in LA, what’s next to you is awfully ugly, but the view is excellent.
Within a few minutes, people started swarming Stephen and I got the pleasure of seeing him in his element. Everyone from Ann Magnuson to Amy Lumet and her two new friends, Pauley Perrette, and Patrick McMullan, who kindly snapped a shot of me “kissing” Anka Radakovich.
Ann Magnuson could not stop raving about Showbiz Moms & Dads, though it seems she has been unable to complete the entire season. Someone needs to help her out.
I missed seeing Tori Spelling. Stephen had run off, leaving me in the corner alone, even though we’d talked about that. By the time we managed to reconnect, she had left. This may have been more my fault than Stephen’s; apparently I kept failing to make it back to our “default location.”
We left shortly after midnight at Stephen’s suggestion. The party had peaked and if we’d stayed a moment longer our party reputation would have been tainted.
A very good night.
On Sunday night I was settling in for a nice night of video games and Deadwood when I received a call from a friend inviting me to the bungalow she had for the night. She had some friends in town and they decided to live it up a little.
I hopped into a taxi – still can’t get used to all this driving – and headed over. It was a small group and, though fabulous in their own right, no one famous. We sat around outside playing Ping Pong, some of us better than others, and drinking $80 bottles of champagne, though I stuck to the beer I brought with me.
After a particularly long volley, I took a break and was telling this story about the night in Chicago years ago when I was having sex with this girl while another guy sat next to us watching porn and doing lines of coke. In the middle of the story, I heard a little barking. Looking over, I saw Christina Ricci with her beau and their two dogs. We received a nice apology for the interruption, and they were off.
After a brief foray to some bar, the details start to get fuzzy. We all returned and fell asleep in the bungalow. Believe it or not, we were actually up at a reasonable time, though the alarm could not have been more obnoxious. We took a quick walk over to the pool (which in and of itself is quite disappointing) and Jerry Stiller was in it doing laps at a fairly brisk rate for a man his age. Of course, Christina was walking all around, from what seemed like one bungalow to another.
After that I went home, then off to work.
A very good night.
– Tom Wolf