My invitation must have gotten lost in the mail, or the mailman was afraid to get close to the house. I think it’s something about my personality. The pool guy feels the same way.
I can’t imagine Antonio not inviting me. But then again, maybe it’s something about my personality.
Or maybe the guy just can’t a joke.
The invitation in question is to Antonio’s pre-Oscar party at Getty House this week. Sounds like a super affair. And since I own a part of Getty House, along with my dog house, and I’ve featured the place in several of my posts – the mayor’s girlfriend’s pooch, Monkey, frolics in the yard for photographers – I should be there, if for no other reason, to cover the canine angle. I wonder who Monkey will be wearing?
I had to find out about the party from the very snarky Dennis Romero of the LAWeakly:
“Now comes word that Mayor V., ever the man with his priorities straight (witness December’s trek to Europe or this month’s cameo on All My Children), will be hosting a pre-Oscar party at the city-funded mayor’s residence Thursday night. Because, when the city’s on its last dime and you can’t find a cop when you need one, what it really needs is a red-carpet event celebrating the ultra-rich of Hollywood.
“The event, co-hosted by The Hollywood Reporter, is called Nominees’ Night at Getty House and will honor Oscar nominees (it’s not clear yet who will show). THR states that Microsoft Bing, L’Oreal Paris and the city of Veracruz (THR has it as “Vera Cruz,” but we’re assuming it’s the Mexican city) are sponsoring the event.”
That Romero is a sarcastic son of a gun. Looks like Bruno has come competition. Bet he wasn’t invited either.
But like I said, I’ve got a four-legged friend of a very special friend of the mayor and I’m making a call this morning. If those two wackos in Washington can sneak into a state dinner, I can get into this shindig.
And I’ll bring Ron Kaye. He can ask Antonio about the budget, while I beg at the buffet.
Woof!