Out of all the A-listers there, Christina Ricci was the only one who stopped to talk to reporters. She was ridiculously nice and her waistline is about the size of my pinky finger.
I tried to ask Kate a question, but got totally SHUT DOWN by a publicist. It sucked, and I was disappointed, especially because I had envisioned us talking and laughing like old girlfriends. Silly, I know. But damn, look how gorgeous she is!
The gala was held at The Frick Collection. It was super-fancy, and when I wiggled my way back into the party, I instantly regretted my black jeans and blazer outfit choice. After hanging around for a while and getting denied a few times to talk to Claire Danes, I called it quits. I should have stuck around to enjoy the appetizers and bubbly, but I was feeling a little too disheartened to really enjoy it. Ohh well, at least I didn't go down without a fight!