Superbowl - Spago Style

Late last week I was invited by my girlfriend to attend a Superbowl Party at Spago held by Gene Simmons. Yes. Gene "My Tongue is Freakishly Long and Has Made Me Millions" Simmons. Ok, that sounds interesting. Then she said "Free Food" at Spago (owned and operated by Wolfgang Puck) - yum. Sold.

Wasn't feeling super hot on Sunday, but, I rallied because who passes up Gene Simmons' Super Bowl party? Not this girl. No way. I got myself all "gussied" up - was going for the casual yet classic Hollywood style. I even had my personal makeup artist (Gwen) touch up my lids. I was looking stylin' and ready to roll to the Hollywood party when thump thump thump. The Queen of Flat Tires hit again. Shit. Luckily, I was right around the corner, so I ditched the Stang and rode in environmentally-conscious style in the Prius.

As we entered, out popped Gene himself. Jumping at the photographers and sticking out that tongue of his. It's actually kind of gross in person. And I thought to myself, "Doesn't that get old?" But I answered myself with, "Yah, all the way to the bank."

Inside was a little different than I expected. For whatever reason, we expected to see a lot of hip, young Hollywood. Not...so...much. As my friend Jay coined it, it was the Jew's Jew of Hollywood. With the exception of myself, my friend, some of the waitstaff, a dude from "Boy Meets World", Punky Brewster (aka - Soleil "I Have Giant Cleavage" Moon Frye), and Bill Maher's pornstar girlfriend (no seriously - she wrote a book about it), we were the ONLY people under 60 in the room. There were a ton of faces that I recognized (some more pulled then others), but, was able to identify Penny Marshall (whom I love, and hence the only photo we took all night), Dick Van Patton, Bill Maher (dickhead, fyi), Wolfgang Puck (hello - it is his restaurant) and then I saw her - my celebrity stalker - Judy Tenuta. Yes. Remember how I "ran" into her a couple months ago at Divine Design? There she was again. I've heard of "normal" people stalking celebrities but not celebrities stalking "normals". I steered clear of her - just so she got the hint.

We spent the majority of the evening playing "Name that Procedure" with the women and "Guess His Girlfriend's Age" with the men. So fun. We barely watched any of the game because there were just so many fun distractions. I do need to mention, though, the food and drink were not only free but primo - Wolfie's hamburgers were the best I've ever had (hmmm, that sounded odd).

Unfortunately, the evening had to come to an end. We got in one last glance around the room, a quick giggle and cruised home using .00002 gallons of gas. Good times.

I must say, Hollywood really truly is a whole different world.