Another night out in DC - with the Charlotte Bobcats ?

So, last night was the big 1 year anniversary of the magazine Capitol File which was held at the new National Portrait Gallery across from the Verizon Center. As usual, the ladies, Paige Bishop, Kate Gibbs, and Jayne Sandman put on a party to remember! The venue was magnificent, gorgeous, breathtaking and stunning, and had just enough room for 800+ of Capitol File/Niche Media's F and F. Last year, their launch party was held at the newly renovated GT Four Seasons. They always seem to be lucky and smart in getting venues that are new in some way, so it kills 2 birds with one stone. The challenge with this place however, is that the acoustics and flow to the museum don't play well into 800 people having cocktail conversations trying to run into everyone they have ever seen and haven't seen or never see or want to see in DC NOR does it play well into when Niche Media's head, Jason Binn, is trying to get everyone to quiet down, as he looks down from the 2nd floor (which is about 30 feet up, or so its seemed ) balcony on one wing, so he can introduce some VIP's and of course, the woman of the hour/night, Iman, the cover girl who was receiving the Cause Celeb award. Iman looked STUNNING of course, but again, trying to get the masses to be quiet in the middle of that type party, presents quite the challenge. I say, everyone should be quiet, CF invited you for a party, you should be able to keep your mouth shut for 10 minutes all night!

*Pictured: Victoria, Chuck "Dirty Hands" Koch, Me, Cindy - courtesy of THE Pat Ryan- thanks Pat!

The word at the party was "The after party is at Posh" ... Posh is the new supper club concept owned by Bob Johnson (see, I was leading up to the Bobcats!) and whose super exclusive Black Card (no, not the harder than rock, can slice and dice you weapon Am Ex Black Card that we all covet) is the way to your life as a VIP. Well, at least it is your way to getting upstairs at Posh. Only 200 (?) are being given (or should I say earned) out to the right people who can spend lots of money or at least bring people who can spend lots of money, bring celebs, bring the bucks, bring the exposure to this restaurant and club. It sits across the corner from the old convention center and across from the Grand Hyatt, where Ortanique used to be. I have only been there 2 times, the first, for their grand opening and as with all grand openings, there in lies kinks that need to be worked out, but by the 2nd time, the DC Magazine 1 year anniversary party (see a theme here?) they seemed to have gotten a lot better. Tom Sietsema didn't give them a great review, however, I thought the party was fabulous.

So last night, as the girls were walking in, the boys, as in Bob's boys, as in the Charlotte Bobcats, were walking out - and next thing you know, after a few ways from across the bar, winks and smiles (they were the ones doing that to US! really!) they were riding the elevator up to the 2nd level with us. Yes, someone had pulled out the Black Card, so we were ushered by past the Elevator Guardsman. Next thing you know, we were drinking, dancing (can't everyone dance to Michael Jackson after 5 glasses of bubbly?) and of conversing with these charming fellows who were really really really tall and who were in town for their game tonight against the Wiz.

So - onto the next venue. You know this town needs to constantly be on the move, so 1, 2, 3 places to go in one night is just enough, sometimes more ... and we all jumped in cabs. The entourage consisted of my friends, my NEW friends, the Bobcats, and Josh Sagman (face/manager/promoter of Posh) and a few others. We headed to Fly (shocker) where Chuck "DJ Dirty Hands" what a name - had made it back in time to host the after- after party of the Capitol File traveling partiers (and he looked great - amazing what a razor can do!) And it was all fun and games ... more dancing (I am sure everyone was getting better and better and grooving by midnight) and bubbly, celebration and flirting. Yes, all fun and games til SOMEONE LOSES A $12,000 DIAMOND STUD EARRING. oh ... did I say that? well, it certainly wasn't me. If I had one of those, I think I'd be a 7' tall NBA player. I looked over and about 5 of these guys had their phones out with their lights looking on the floor for what seemed to be to me at the time, a contact lense. No, our friend wasn't going to pick up the phone and call 1-800-CONTACTS the next day. I guess it is all relative, but I think that would put a damper on my spirits, heck, I cry when I lose a $30 earring. Well, not cry, but I am not happy. So, I figure with his salary, my $30 = his $12,000 ...maybe? So - he was seriously upset. His buddies helped for a bit, then gave him encouraging words like "Not like you bought it anyway!" and "You can get another one - it is just an earring" and "Here, take this tequilla shot". Ah, love friends like that. So encouraging. And I wonder how they will play tonight, after their night out in DC ... too bad I will miss the game, as I will be enjoying a private exclusive dinner with someone exciting who is a YouthAIDS Amabassador, at PS7 Restaurant. More to come on that!