Washington's Prom

On the heels of my very pleasant morning, my mom and I decided to head on down to the White House Correspondentsâ Association Dinner. Some of you might remember this event as the place that I met the coolest human being on the planet, Trey Parker, last year. This year, I wasnât expecting much. I knew Matt and Trey werenât on the guest list, so I was just hoping to see some celebs, but nothing major.

A few days before the event, my mom and I were debating weather or not to go and we got an email from our photographer friend John Smith (thatâs really his name) telling us that if we wore dresses, we could go mingle with everyone at the private parties downstairs. Never wanting to miss an opportunity to bring the Trashwire readers some great celebrity pics and encounters, we decided to get ourselves some dresses and go to the event.

After a rigorous shopping spree at T.J. Maxx, we spent our $59 dollars per person and were all ready to go. We had our cheap dresses, cheap shoes, and burning desire to bring our viewers some great celebrity content. We were set.

We arrived at the event and started relaxing at the lobby bar when we spotted our friend John Smith. He was anxious to get some great photos of all the big names coming to the dinner and the parties that night. It was a star studded lobby for quite a while. We saw Stephen Colbert walking around and checking in to the hotel, model Kim Alexis looking obscenely gorgeous and even Morgan Fairchild strutting around the lobby.

We started talking to an older woman who was chatting with baseball legend, Tommy Lasorda. We found out that the older woman was Mrs. Colbert, Stephenâs mother, and her guests were Stephenâs entire family. They were beyond sweet and, as we were chatting, they decided to go downstairs and into the parties. We were walking along with them and chatting and were swept up in the crowd and into the elevator with Mrs. Colbert and family. We walked right across the red carpet and into the party scene.

Mission accomplished, we were in the party hallway. Now how were we going to get into the private parties?

We followed our photog John to the first party, a small but festive event where they were giving out Mardi Gras beads at the door. We got some beads, hung out for a bit, and decided to check out the Time Magazine party and the Newsweek party.

On our way out, we stopped at the Reuters party, a chic and trendy even with catchy drink names like ãThe Rove Rageä and ãThe Cheney Shotä and slick ice sculptures. We wanted to check it out for a little longer, but the room was freezing so the ice wouldnât melt and we decided to move on. This party was dubbed ãThe Cold Partyä for the rest of the night.

After this, we went to my favorite party, the Time party. We went inside and had delicious margaritas made with tequila we could never afford. We saw some of the kids from American Idol standing in a little cluster on one side of the room and decided to go say hello. First we saw Mandisa, whom we had met upstairs earlier that night. She was super nice the first time we met her, and when we saw her again, she treated us like old friends.

Pat Sue decided to introduce herself to her favorite Idol contestant, Ace Young. My mom had been a fan of Aceâs since she learned that he was from Boulder. Of course, the fact that heâs way talented and a total babe only added to her appreciation. I went with her, despite the fact that Iâd only seen a few early episodes of Idol. The funny thing about it was that the only time Iâd ever really paid attention to Idol this year was during one of Aceâs performances. I was upstairs in my room writing a paper for class and my mom was watching Idol downstairs. I heard Ace sing ãFather Figureä and assumed it was too good for an Idol performance and that she must have changed the channel to MTV or VH1. When I came downstairs to ask her what show this good music had come from, she said American Idol and I was shocked. Now there we were, chatting it up with this talented hottie. As with Trey Parker last year, Ace follows the standard that Colorado people are cooler than most. Sharing a Boulder connection with someone produces a cool instant bond. I learned that Ace went to Fairview, Boulder Highâs rival school. It was crazy to think that this awesome guy basically grew up a couple miles from me.

The Idol kids were my favorite part of the evening because they were ãrealä people and they acted like ãrealä people. They were nice and really fun to be around.

On our way out, we saw Terrence Howard from Hustle and Flow and Best Picture Winner Crash. We should have known from the fact that Howard was much, much hotter than a ãrealä person that he would not act like a ãrealä person and blow us off. I did manage to score a quick picture for the site, but his demeanor was icier than The Cold Party.

We had been wanting to go to the Newsweek party the whole night because we heard that was where the super A-listers would be. The place was always packed to the gills and we never wanted to take our chances with trying to squeeze in.

Finally, after we saw a large group file out the side doors, we decided to hop on in and see what was going on. The place was filled with Washingtonâs elite mingling with Hollywood glamour.

As we looked to the side of the room where flashbulbs were exploding, we saw a huge group of women throwing husbands and etiquette aside and mobbing the coveted star of the night, George Clooney. I was instantly reminded of those Axe deodorant commercials where the guy sprays on Axe and suddenly a mob of women just canât control themselves and swarm him. Clooney most certainly has ãThe Axe Effectä on women without even trying.

My mom worked her way into the crowd and asserted, ãIâm going in!ä Shoving well quaffed women aside, she managed to get up close with Clooney. Everyone had been introducing themselves with titles from their publications, but as I snapped a picture, she said, ãGeorge, Iâm nobody from nowhere, but I think youâre the hottest man alive!ä Clooney laughed and replied, ãAnd I think youâve had a lot to drink.ä Good stuff, that Clooney! Another swarm of catty shrews came in to compete for pictures, but I also wanted a shot with Mr. A-list. As they all gathered around, I said loudly, ãThatâs it! I call the next picture!ä Clooney laughed and said, ãYeah, you called dibs! You get the next picture. You dibs-ed it!ä Ah, he is truly a god among men. He respects the rights of ãcallingä it. I managed to get a picture and he was super nice. We would have stayed to try to talk to him, but it was every woman for herself in a kill or be killed world.

We managed to escape the mob scene as the lights started blinking warning the guest that the dinner was about to start. Having fulfilled our goals, we contently headed to the escalators and a waiting cab to go home and check out our pictures and notify everyone weâd ever met about our wonderful night.

Must See!!! Pictures from the event HERE.

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