Thursday, January 18, 2007

23 Days Until Freedom

While I'm spending the next 23 days working two jobs and traveling for one of them for 18--yes, EIGHTEEN--days to the two biggest armpits in the known universe, here's what those of you not in the most heinous caverns of hell* will be doing:

Tonight: Private Anniversary Dinner for Georgetowner (about time they updated their website!)
Famoso, Chevy Chase

Tomorrow, early
O'Neill Studios Party and Show to benefit Cure Autism Now
Left Bank

Tomorrow, later
Jete Society Dance Party
Embassy of Italy
(and it simply must be said: Those invitations kicked ass.)

Tuesday, January 23, 7:00
Sugar & Champagne
Hotel Palomar (Grays: Love them.)

Wednesday, January 24, 6-8
Saks Happy Hour and Book Signing for The Skinny
Saks Chevy Chase

And lookee lookee who's finally getting into the game...
Thursday, January 25, 6-8
Washingtonian Issue Celebration
Bobby Van's Grill

Saturday, January 28, 11:30
Brunch for my fabulous friend's humongous belly
Private Residence
Featuring me walking off of a redeye and directly toward a mimosa.

Tuesday, February 6, 10:00 a.m.
Tickets go on sale for the DSS!

Wednesday, February 7, 6:30
An Evening of Fun & Fashion
Tiffany, Fairfax Square
Hosted by Diane Ray Brown and Nancy Bagley

And for those of you in Park City:
January 20, 11:30
Distinguished Moviemarkers Brunch
Café Brilliant
Who: Fisher Stevens, Ione Skye, Ed Begley, Jr., Lea Tompson

January 21 (all day)
Knock Knock for the Arts in Park City Gifting Lounge
305 Main Street
Who: Famous people needing free loot.

January 22, 6:00 (cocktails at 6, dinner at 7)
Talisker Club
Creative Coalition State of the Union Dinner
Who: Jake Paltrow—holy crap: Ian Ziering AND Daphne Zuniga!—Steve Sunshine**; John Paul DeJoria (Paul Mitchell); Gene Sperling (?!) and about 20 other randoms, producer/writer types.

*However, I will, while in the two most heinous spots in the U.S. of A., be able to carry with me my favorite memory of our Miami weekend: Post Pucci, 400 A-Listers dancing their tails off under the moonlight beachside to "Let The Sun Shine In." Skinny socialites being spun around by their blueblood husbands; Cuban doyennes getting down in humongous heels--it was just a moment of pure, unadulerated joy.

..which COMPLETELY pales in comparison to my new friend Auburn's poolside memory--completely hilarious. And totally classic.

**So are all Sunshines in Hollywood related? Ken Sunshine reps Leo DiCaprio; Steve is the Senior Producer for Extra; Bob and his brother ran ShoWest for years and years (Bob = completely hilarious. I worked with him for a few years and always meant to ask him, but just always forgot).


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fashiongirl said...

BabsieD you need to head out to the West Coast for a little R&R after this blitz. I know some fabulous spas and the weather is always gorgeous here in San Francisco said...

Which are the armpits of the US?? I have my opinions... curious to hear yours...

After all, an armpit is in the eye of the beholder... ;-)

Have fun and safe travels. You manage to have a good time anywhere!

BabsieD said...

FG: LOVE SF. Love it, love it, love it. Love the weather, love the people, love the architecture, love your hottie mayor: love it all.

TLM: Read on, my sweet, read on!

Anonymous said...

Girl you are a travel animal, what energy!

I hate Vegas too except the Neimans shoe sale where I bought 6 pairs of Manolos one evening. After about 1/2 of that figure in cocktails and no food.