Sacha Baron Cohen Finds Lodging in the 90210

Call me a terrible blogger, but I had way too much fun last night at The Lodge to remember exactly which big producer in L.A. was celebrating his birthday. He’s not really anyone, anyway! But he did throw a fantastic bash at the hip Beverly Hills steakhouse, complete with a six-person mariachi band and a packed past-capacity crowd of scenesters.

As soon as I got to the bar, I got the worst pick-up line ever:

“You are, by far, the most beautiful woman in this room.”

Cringe! Right?

I laughed and talked to him anyway (I mean, it was kinda nice even if exaggerated and untrue!). Steve, as I learned was his name, told me a bit about himself for a few minutes until it finally dawned on me that I had met this cheesy guy before! This guy was the same guy who had asked me what I might look like with staples down my center at Hugh Hefner’s Playboy party! Before it could get any more awkward, my friend (a hot guy) came back to the table, and Steve fled. It’s too small of a world, and it was that kind of party.

As scenesters piled in to the restaurant, my friends and I hawked the party from the tiny table.

Over at the bar, I spotted Skeet Ulrich in a beate-up tee shirt ordering a beer.

Across the restaurant, I saw Sacha Baron Cohen and crew make their way through the ridiculous crowd to get to the bar. Sans fiancé Isla Fischer, Sacha ordered a Stella Artois while buying his buddies a bunch of cocktails.

The restaurant was too packed to move, so I kept drinking red wine and watching the only-in-L.A.-scene. There was a fabulously gay stylist/architect dispensing fashion advice. There were too many wannabe actors reeking of desperation. I overheard a few producers and writers complaining how credit is never given. As one of my friends said (a New York and London transplant), “This is L.A. and I wouldn’t change it.”

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Damn, I wish I was you for a day. Love Skeet in anything - t shirt, sweat shirt, no shirt......