I Love To Party!

Last night, the Entertainer, 12 Pack, Heather and Toasteee hosted a viewing party for the second episode of I Love Money at the New York restaurant and bar, Mantra. Below are numerous pictures and some anecdotes of a night that began in front of a television and ended with public toe-sucking.

Mantra has a lounge upstairs that’s almost like a den: it’s lined with a sofa that faces a giant flat-screen TV. That’s where we watched the show.

Watching I Love Money with some of its cast and many of their friends and fans was pretty awesome. Heather was vocal enough to remind me of the time that I went to see a screening of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls attended by cast member Marcia McBroom, who laughed harder and more often than virtually anyone else in the theater. “You can always tell she’s drunk when her hair is messed up!” Heather called out regarding Brandi C., as the last minutes of last week’s episode played. “The editing is amazing!” she shouted later when the Gold Team lost the challenge and we were treated to a slow-motion shot of Rodeo screaming, “Noooooo!” She also laughed loudly at Megan’s typically scathing comments. I wonder if she’ll be laughing as hard when Megan inevitably comes around to saying nasty things about her, but it’s possible: Heather has a surprisingly light-hearted sense of humor about herself (last time she was in town, she told me how hilarious she thought it was that Daisy called her “Stevie Nicks” right before their fight at the Rock of Love 2 reunion).

12 Pack was quiet for most of the show, but Toasteee was almost as verbal as Heather, yelling at people to “Sit down and shut up!” mom-style and, when it was down to just her and Nibblz, calling out, “Who’s gonna go home? Me?” Of course not, Toasteee. Of course not.

The most hilarious response, however, came from the Entertainer in the form of silence. During the segment in which Heat and he went head-to-head in the challenge, only to expire in a series of tar-and-nicotine-induced coughing fits, he was nowhere to be found. He was…

…smoking! Funny how reality imitates reality TV, isn’t it?

After the show, they all convened outside. They posed for a shot conveying their solidarity (they’re all members of the Gold Team)…

…but how long can said solidarity last?

And then, as if more confluence of Celebreality franchises were necessary, Saaphyri showed up. She just happens to be in New York on business, so we called her to come out. She came bearing Lip Chap.

But, then again, of course she did.

She applied some to Toasteee, which is like the hood equivalent of getting a facial from Estée Lauder herself (back when she was alive or whatever).

After that, we migrated across town to the MLB.com party at Roseland, which Frank the Entertainer got us all into. Very cool of him to do that. Inside, there was a money-grabbing machine, much like the one that formed the basis of the first I Love Money challenge (”Is that not amazing?” asked Heather). We kind of just walked around for most of the night, enjoying the free drinks and food. I stuck by Heather, who’s never less than wholly amusing. “I look like a drag queen as usual. I love it,” she said after I snapped some picture of her and showed her it (as usual, the Celebreality set loooves photo approval). She called me a “bulldyke” after I told her I didn’t know anything about lipgloss (I’m a guy, for the record). And, when the night’s performer Wyclef was on stage talking about the upcoming election she shouted, “No one for president!” Ah, the voice of an apathetic nation summarized in four words by a reality TV fixture.

But the best part of the evening came after the party. As Heather, a few of her friends, the Entertainer and his friend headed to the strip club Lace, Heather just plopped down on the sidewalk.

It wasn’t immediately clear what she was doing, until she started yelling at the Entertainer to remove her shoes so that she could change into more comfortable flats. He obliged and while doing so remarked, “I want to suck her toes right now so bad.” His friend told him he didn’t have the balls to do so, which of course prompted him to do exactly that.

And so, the Entertainer relived his I Love New York 2 glory with Heather’s foot in his mouth. On the street. In Times Square.

Vividly.

This made up for the fact that I would not be able to accompany them to the strip club, since I have a job and all and it was almost 2 a.m. at this point. I figure nothing in the club could have matched this public display of seediness anyway.

Rock on!

More shots from the night in the gallery below:

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This entry was posted on Monday, July 14th, 2008 at 1:57 pm