fireballs & tsunami

The annual, exclusive MTV holiday party, the “invitation-of-the-year,” which urged “Please stretch before dancing,” was held last night at the beautiful Hammerstein Ballroom. The party’s organizers did a great job, hiring good security, serving delicious complimentary sushi, and offering an open bar all night (actually, there were almost a dozen full bars set up throughout Hammerstein). In fact, the party was so wild that I had a total of three strangers’ drinks spilled on me; most of the fingernails on my right hand are broken; my retinas are still recovering from likely thousands of flashbulbs and strobelights; I still reek of sweat; my speaking voice is non-existant; my hearing is shot and will be for several days; my right knee is bruised; I think I pulled a muscle in my side (no, I did NOT heed the aforementioned advice on the invitation, note to self, don’t attempt to impersonate Michael Jackson in the “Billie Jean” video without stretching); my skirt is in need of dry-cleaning; and, sadly, my Nancy Sinatra boots are pretty much ruined (the dance floor was sopping wet and filthy by the end of the night).

In a matter of hours — 8pm-4am — I witnessed the following:

1) MTV personality Andy Milonakis being turned away from the bar for being “underage.”
2) A fistfight between half a dozen young men. Punches were thrown, several tables were flipped over, and my camera skidded across the floor in a spectacle not dissimilar to the “Anything Goes/antidote/diamond sequence in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Luckily, a mysterious gentleman rescued it for me and the camera (and the gentleman) escaped unharmed.
3) Several thousand MTV employees gone completely nuts under the influence of an open bar, the promise of mixing business with, uh, pleasure (take my word for it, I witnessed some dance moves that were NOT business casual), and a DJ playing the best dance tunes (except when he inexplicably spun Gloria Estefan’s “Rhythm of the Night.” What was that? Also, I was a little dismayed that he didn’t play any Duran Duran or Fiddy. GOSH). However, at one point, my friend Will and I wildly gestured to the DJ — who was stationed out-of-reach on the second floor balcony, spinning a seemingly endless marathon of rap — to play “80s” by shaping our heads and hands into an “8″ and an “0.” Amazingly, the DJ, within seconds, unleashed a plethora of halfway-decent 80s tunes including, but not limited to, “Jessie’s Girl,” “Don’t You Want Me,” “Walk This Way,” “Mickey,” “I Love Rock and Roll,” and “Paradise City.” I’d like to think it was because of our unique style of requesting that our 80s wishes were granted, but the DJ likely pre-programmed some of his playlist.

In any event, my friends/coworkers and I snapped many photos chronicling the night’s events, and I’ll be posting them soon. Don’t get all excited — I’m a good girl!

Maybe I’m just cranky from staying out so late last night, but waking up to the snow this morning made me realize that I should start giving some more serious consideration to my dream of moving to Los Angeles. I honestly can’t understand how anyone enjoys cold weather. What’s so great about numb feet, a runny nose, and minimal daylight? GOSH. [Jenny walks away, cranky].

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