By On the occasion of our 20th anniversary
By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
With about 500 people schmoozing in the atrium before dinner-and then a good 150 of those table-hopping during dinner because, damn it, an hour and a half is simply not enough "face time"-we were shocked not to see any flat-out drunken necking. But there was enough blatant scoping going on that we figured there would be enough action for Catherine the Great later in the evening.
As a table of insouciant joker types hung spoons off their noses and some hilarious guy played with a laser pointer, Cosby's Doug E. Doug chastised the assembled. "You guys are in the business of selling a bill of goods," he told them, vis-ŗ-vis spending $80 to $100 to maybe get "honored" at an awards show. "You fell for your own bullshit!" People laughed, assuming that since he's a comedian, he was joking.
Awards were announced via monitor and commercials played-some good, some hellish, such as ones for golf products with a high-pitched Scottish voice-over. dGWB, Rieches Bairdand Lawrence & Mayowon the lion's share. And then the categories for "Best Self-Promotion" were announced. Flabbergasted, we considered the irony of it all. Damn, they give out awards for that! Consider the possibilities!