The elevators opened to the rooftop of the W Hotel, where pretty people were packed — literally, packed body to body — in the glamorous space overlooking the White House and monuments. It should have been winding down; instead, the New Yorker cocktail party had reached a critical mass of celebrities, media, intelligentsia (real and faux) and hangers-on. In the past, we’ve describe the White House Correspondent’s weekend as a parade, a circus. Maybe it was the full moon, but suddenly it seemed more like Carnaval — not the cotton candy and ferris wheel kind, but the pre-Lenten bacchanal where rules are made to be broken. Never have cake pops looked so suggestive. Or maybe it was “Nasty Girls” blasting through the speakers.
Celebrities everywhere, signifying nothing. They flocked, as celebrities are wont to do, to each other for protection. Their actual names weren’t important: Lady Mary from “Downton Abbey” found Megan Draper of “Mad Men” and the two pretty young actresses who won the casting lottery ignited an explosion of flashbulbs.
We struggled through the crowd, drawing dirty glares from all those guys in aggressively hipster glasses. We found National Economic Council director Gene Sperling in a corner, after he just finished talking to former Obama speechwriter Jon Lovett (remember, he skipped D.C. for Hollywood to executive produce of “1600 Penn”) and one of the actors from the show. You know, Sperling tells us, that guy who plays that character. We don’t, but nod anyway. “I told him I love the fact I can watch the show with my seven-year-old daughter.”
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