Selling Out

Full disclosure: Happy Valley pays me off with vodka, and all you get is this lousy column

We're not the types to take cash for coverage, but maybe Happy Valley should put us on the payroll since the club's gotten more press out of The Village Voicethan Parisout of Page Six. And here's more still. I finally made it for Susanne Bartsch's much Musto-vaunted Tuesday-night party. Having never been to a Susanne Bartsch party in the '80s or '90s, I could only imagine what it was like back then. Actually, I didn't have to—the party was a succesful retro homage where Richie Richmingled with Joey Arias while Willi Ninja vogued nearby. Princess Superstar came for one reason, and she wasdetermined: "I want an Amanda Leporedoll!" The doll, designed by Jason Wu, had a party all for itself earlier at Jeffrey New York. Later at Happy Valley, someone nabbed one of the last remaining dolls for $1,500—with the proceeds going to the AIDS organization DIFFA. Amanda, you're a doll.

Lepore, the real one, showed up fashionably later and—except for DJ Tommie Sunshine—looking around at the mix of Gatiensurvivors and the Ninja followers dancing in the basement to New York house circa 1997, it was as if the cabaret law, the smoking ban, and Ghouliani had never happened. It's fun, but I asked Kenny Kenny, door doll (he's not a bitch) and Bartsch's co-host, can we get some new blood? And he said they're hosting the sometimes bloody, very 2006 party "the Look" once a month. Thanks, dear, and thanks for the free bottle of vodka.

Which brings me to the next order of business: In light of the Page Six scandal, I thought it would be best to fully disclose everything anyone has ever given me. So thanks, Kenny Kenny, and thanks, Honey Dijon, for the $6 for a cab ride and for the 20-minute bitch session on the corner of Second and 5th.

Wu and Lepore (with her doll self)
photo: Tricia Romano
Wu and Lepore (with her doll self)

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