After a rousing rendition of "The Bitch Is Back," Sir Elton and his Scissors retreat to a safe zone of sofas, where heavies in black suits and earpieces guard them from -- well, we have to admit it. Most of us at this party are riffraff. Hollywood doesn't want you to know it, but sometimes these events are filled with too much gazing and not enough stars. Many attendees are really just a 37-year-old studio accountant and his vaguely famous-looking, terribly thin 28-year-old wife. They're looking at you trying to figure out who you are, and you're looking at them trying to figure out who they are. And this isn't getting anybody anywhere.
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