“Hawk, you slut!” Nicki McKibbon (American Idol, Battle of the Network Reality Stars) screamed across the loud club where the Fox Reality Channel launch party was just beginning. She ran over, spilled her drink on the floor, left it there, and lit a cigarette. I was balancing a plate of sushi with my tin tray of soy sauce carefully balanced. She was drunk. The party had started twenty minutes ago.
“Oh, God, I hope Janice Dickenson shows up,” Mickey, my date and the reason I was there, whispered in my ear. Mickey and I had an insane encounter (is there any other kind?) with Janice a few years ago when we were working together on a show for GSN. I squeezed Mickey’s arm hard enough to bruise her from my excitement.
Sue and Nicki were jabbing while Jonathan and I talked trash on the endless roster of reality celebrities. He implored me to start watching Sweet 16.
“Oh, look. There’s Charla.” I pointed down toward the three-foot woman who once carried a side of beef on her back (The Amazing Race 5).
“She’s got a resume as long as her arm,” Jonathan smirked.
I giggled as The Miz (Real World 10, The Inferno II, Battle of the Network Reality Stars) swept by us. Johnny Fairplay (Survivor: Pearl Islands, Kill Reality) was on his tail. I watched Johnny slide up to Trishelle (Real World: Las Vegas, Kill Reality, Battle of Network Reality Stars), and lick her face. I finished my last piece of spicy tuna roll.
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For me, this was better than the Oscars.