The party, shameless plugged in New York Post's Page Six (Susan Blond must have a great publicist), was sure to be packed, so I was glad to have gotten the reminder from a Susan Blond staffer to RSVP. After a short spell in the queue, I found my name missing from the list.
Oh well, I thought, I'm not going to cry about it. But wait! A door handler decided, without me even mentioning who I was or where I was from, that a simple scribble of my name should suffice to gain entry.
If only I could have relayed this news to you, oh huddled masses, yesterday. The party was filled with old guard and new, quite a dizzying mix of beautiful people and otherwise, septuagenarians and Susan Blond's kid, and me.
After steeling myself with a whiskey, I joined forces with a Susan Blond client who likewise knew no one else.
Halfway into the part, giving people ample time to throw down some Susan Blondtinis, MTV VJ Damien Fahey struggled to profess his love for the talents of Susan Blond over the din of the crowd. But you know what got the crowds attention? Sean Paul's singsong ode, via video, to the hostess. Who else? Paul Schaffer and Usher also wished the PR maven well. And Lil' John. People love Lil' John.
Hmm… odes to PR people... Think about that, IPG firms, for your next anniversary. Susan Blond spoke, opening with a "My PR firm lasted longer than any of my marriages" zinger, and appeared gracious and humble in the glow of many well-wishers.
The party wound down, and I left soon after. As I am congenitally unable to recognize any celebrities, you will have to find write-ups elsewhere to see if I walked among the stars. Besides Ms. Blond, of course.
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