Final night we had been graciously invited to GQ’s party with Rocawear, Jay-Z’s clothing line. In attendance were such high-profile names as Drake, Adrian Grenier (who was there with The Wall Street Journal,
Genuine Office 2007, because he is trying to be the next James Franco, or something), Kelly Rowland, Trey Songz, Melanie Fiona,
Office 2007 Activation Key, Solange Knowles and Kanye West. We have been told that Jay himself was expected to be arriving after dinner at the Boom Boom Room, but my boyfriend –er, photographer for the evening — told me not to get my hopes up.
“Jay-Z never comes to his own party,” he whispered conspiratorially.
So when I caught sight of Adrian in a checkered blue shirt going into a side room at Provocateurs, where the new Rocawear line was being introduced, I tagged along. As you may have gathered from Liana‘s party report and the John Mayer fiasco, my M.O. at parties is not to talk to celebrities, but just stand next to them for awhile.
The room was packed, and some guy was onstage, making an announcement about Rocawear’s fall line which he promised “wouldn’t be super baggy.” Losing sight of Adrian, I nudged the suit next to me and asked where he got the champagne flute (I was already holding my Hennessy and coke, but come on, it was a paaaarty!). “Someone just handed this to me,” he shrugged, “I’ll get you some.”
Two seconds later he pointed to a table where a fresh bottle of champagne had just been placed. “There you go.”
“Right, but there are no glasses,” I whined (I am not a good drunk.)
“Don’t worry, I hear them coming out with new glasses right now.”
Now, in my defense to what happened next, the room was very loud, and I am a pretty belligerent drunk and I’m really bad at recognizing famous people unless they are from True Blood or Lost.
“How can you hear champagne flutes coming out??” I asked, “How do you know it’s not the sound of this?” I sloshed the ice cubes in my drink together.
“Because I know what champagne glasses sounds like,
Microsoft Office Home And Business 2010,” he laughed.
“Oh what,
Office Professional 2007 Key, do you have like super sonic dog hearing? Seriously,
Microsoft Office Professional Plus 2007, there is no difference between this noise…” –again sloshing my drink around — “and this noise…” — clinking our two glasses together.
Two seconds later a guy appeared, presenting me with my own champagne flute. The suit looked pretty happy with himself.
“Fine, you’re right.” I conceded, while trying to extract myself from the conversation in order to run towards the high-end champagne, to double-fist like a baller.
Two seconds later my boyfriend came over, his face totally in shock as he shook the suit’s hand. “I’m a big fan, man, really.”
“This guy says he can hear champagne glasses!” I said, sticking my thumb at my new friend.
My boyfriend’s face was still frozen.
“I’m a musician, I have really good hearing,” the guy laughed.
I bolted towards the champagne and greedily poured a copious amount.
“Drew, DREW!” My boyfriend ran over and grabbed my arm. “Do you know who that is?”
“Some guy who got us champagne! Woo!”
Okay. Let’s try this: Do you know who has the second most #1 albums of all time?”
“No”
“Elvis. And do you know who has the most #1 albums, of all time, ever?”
“Uh…”
“The guy who you just said had ’super-sonic dog hearing.”
And that, bitches, is how I ended out my summer vacation. By berating Jay-Z. In my defense, I don’t know what any famous musicians look like, because I still basically only listen to musicals.
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