The name Beyonce draws one hell of a crowd - - I guess. The singer / actress [still pending] hosted Gotham Magazine’s Annual Gala on Tuesday night in New York City. As you can see, there was nothing but A-listers in the building. Don’t be jealous, creoles only attract the best.
Now I won’t go in too hard on this celebrity weekend luncheon since it was to benefit sickle cell patients and what not but I will take this opportunity to bitch about other so called celebrity events. I don’t know how many times I have been invited to a party that initially boasts a real guest list and get there to discover the remaining cast members of 227 standing around drinking cocktails. That shit ain’t right!
I’m not saying that I am too good to mingle with, um, throwback entertainers but if that’s the only people you could confirm for your little shindig just tell me in advance. I still got a lot of love for each and every person who appeared in Meteor Man.
Black Fran Drescher and Keyshia Cole were suppose to celebrate their birthdays together at Arena in West Hollywood last night until it finally dawned on KeyLoLo that Ashanti was irrelevant as fuck and she decided not to show up.
Or at least that’s how things played out in my mind. Knowing Keyshia she probably hit the scene two hours late with her entourage [read: Frankie, Neffie, and "her sister"] only to discover lil’ sister Shi Shi sneaking trays of food back to her ride. Better luck next time.
Raz B aka Chris Stokes touched me in the morning and then walked away hit up Antonio Pierce’s pre-ESPY party and soaked up the free publicity by posing on the red carpet with anybody who was willing to jump in a picture with him, including prepubescent homie Lil’ Jordan.
And I don’t need a punch line for this shit.
Silly rabbits, just because someone is offering free pictures doesn’t mean that you need to take advantage of the opportunity. Sometimes it’s just best to be a figment of our imaginations.
Jacki-O, the Ying Yang Twins want you to phone home.
I know I keep flip-flopping on my no additional fuckery stance but what would the EBT Awards be without a few pictures of our favorite known unknowns? The presence of random negroids on the red carpet makes this event the tragic spectacle that it is.
While this year’s arrival area wasn’t inhabited with its normal amount of hot ass mess, it was still enough to keep my head shaking with disapproval as I gazed into the heavens. Enjoy!
My initial reaction to reading the following email was that it had to be from a publicist, because there is no way in hell anybody is openly [that word changes the entire game] stanning for Al B. Sure in 2008. I was right.
I see you posted your story about Al’s party without having all the facts. If you don’t like him that is your perspective, but I would ask that you at least be accurate about who attended. I ask you visit Wireimage.com AGAIN and see the list of over 60 Celebrities who were there with Al to celebrate his birthday. Would you please update your posting to include the correct info. Here is a list of SOME of the celebs who showed up, many were posted today except Tavis Smiley, Clifton Powell and a couple other people who came later just for the performances.
I should be emailing you asking for a check for writing about his irrelevant ass but I charged that shit to the game and kept it moving. YOU ARE STILL IN DESPERATE NEED OF MORE PEOPLE AT THIS EVENT.
Check out the list of celebrities + more flicks after the jump.
Trannies, fake eye lashes, fake breasts, hooker hair. . . wooooh! That Diddy sure knows how to throw one hell of a party. I’m so green with envy that I’m not going to give out details about this event. I just wish he would go fuck Cassie in the corner of a room somewhere and fade to black.
On an entirely different note, Jennifer Aniston must have some dangerous drawlz! John Mayer is looking like he is about to keel over and shit. Something in the milk ain’t clean about this. Jen, I’m watching you.
The saying “rather talked about than not mention at all” is a lie from the pits of hell. If I were a washed up celebrity I would just disappear to oblivion [otherwise known as Kim Kardashian's ass] and try to get a gig as a correspondent for The Tyra Banks Show. Before you come sideways out of your mouth that shit worked for Topanga. A check is a check.
Now what I wouldn’t do is rely on showing up to a random event hoping that a gossip site that is having a slow day posts a picture I took that night as being my only form of publicity. Nope, wouldn’t do it. I set standards for myself.
More flicks from the unveiling of the Remy Martin V.S.O.P. Bottle Designed by David LaChapelle under the cut. Yeah, you read that right.
