Wonkette Party Crash Gets Its Camera Crushed, By Late Night Shots Founder
Gentlemen don't knock the cameras from the hands of Wonkette's Liz Glover, but this is not a story about gentlemen. It's a story about Late Night Shots, and its founder, Reed Landry. LNS is, of course, the closed social website network for binge-drinking Georgetown douchebags chased away to D.C. by their wealthy, exasperated parents, Anyway, our own Liz Glover attended a pleasant soirée a whole month ago, and everyone was enjoying the witty banter and decent champagne when ... well, watch the Cinéma Vérité video and read Glover's report and hear her tragic cries for help, after the jump.
This post has been delayed due to various thorny issues associated with it. To Nancy Bagley and Michael Clements at Washington Life: Thanks for your patience!
The evening began at the St. Regis for cocktails. Guests were then sent in shuttles to a "secret location" for the real party at Halcyon House in Georgetown. Here they snacked on delicious snacks, and drank
decent champagne -- Veuve orange label, among other beverages.
There were some Famous for DC people; we met Philippe Cousteau, Jacques' grandson, and made a bad joke about The Life Aquatic. There were fortune tellers and clowns on stilts, which made us wish we'd eaten something psychedelic before arriving. It was a lovely evening, until we encountered Late Night Shots' own Reed Landry, who apparently isn't very fond of us, because he smashed our camera.