Parties To Which We Were Not Invited
No doubt soon to become a regular column!
The plebes who merely rent in Pacific Heights were no doubt circling the blocks fruitlessly Saturday night in a vain attempt to find parking as 400 members of the upper crust of the upper crust -- the part of the pie that turns black and falls off in the oven, it's so upper crust -- all drove separate cars to Gordon Getty's 71st birthday party. No word if Danielle Steel let people use any of her 26 parking permits for the evening.
The house was bedecked in roses, just like when Ben Affleck proposed to J. Lo, and the folks at the party are so A-list, you don't even know who they are:
Then you had my knowledgeable colleague, glam Anne Lawrence, who could have stepped right out of "The Aviator." Over there was skier, surfer, and jeweler Erin Dianda, who avatars as Alana Leigh. ... Don't forget that other California blond dream, Beth Townsend ... or those hard-working women whose good works give Society a good name: Vanessa Getty in white ... snow angel Donna Ewald Huggins ... Allison Speer ... Tatiana Sorokko, whose Russian allure fits right in with this house, which is right out of Tolstoy in its grandeur, hospitality and commitment to bringing people together. ...
No offense to Mr. P.J. Corkery, from whose article we've taken this, but -- who are these people? Well, if you have to ask, you were probably doing something else on Saturday night.
What we do know is that the most famous (at least to us) guests at the Getty residence, far from feeling each other up on the carpet again, were hard at work. The man responsible for losing the Democrats the White House, Gavin Newsom, was vigorously carving a roast beef (Neiman-Marcus is no doubt breathing a sigh of relief as the PETA protestors race down McAllister Street to ply their posters of bleeding minks out by City Hall instead), while Kimberly G-N announced that she had just gotten off a plane from New York to be there, and that she had changed into her black Marc Jacobs dress in the plane bathroom. "I am First Lady, you know." Gee, that seems to mean a lot to her.
The Standing Room actually made it to the shindig (he doesn't mention where he parked), but alas, reports that it was too dark to snap any pictures in the library of love. He also reports that they served white asparagus, out of season.