What a stupendous evening last night! I had a delicious dinner at Soho House with Ms. Jessica and Ms. Natalie. The meal was full of gorgeous food, chatter about foreskin, and more wine than Gary Busey could consume. Ms. Berna, Ms. Jessica, and Mr. Isaac joined us later in the eve for another bottle of Prosecco before we rolled ourselves up to Marquee for a party for the one and only Ashlee Simpson. The door was a hot tranny mess per usual but snaps to Mr. Jeremiah for working it out. Holler!
We passed the peons and went straight to the VIP and once inside, it was D-List heaven. The typical Simpson clan was there - Mama Tina Simpson (who was about 150 sheets to the wind), Ken Paves, and Mr. It-Fell-Out Pete Wentz. Randomly, fugly Chad Kroeger of Nickelback was putzing around looking like a hot Canadian mess. Canadian bacon? I don't think so. Also, hooker boyfriend of Marc Jacobs, Jason Preston, was wandering around like a lost canary. A lost hooker canary. Maybe looking for a threesome? Hell to the no, Gina.
Finally, Ms. Ashlee arrived and looked lovely and stunning. I am certainly enjoying the new hair and the new nose and snaps to her for embracing change. Mr. Jeff introduced us to the dame and we had some lovely face time. She surprised the crowd with a performance of 4 songs, however, I was thoroughly distracted as I was standing next to Ms. Ken Paves who was busy grinding with himself on the staircase. Ummm....
A big thank you to Mr. Jeff for hooking us up and hosting such a fun night!
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