After partying until 7 a.m. at the Roosevelt Hotel with the whole E! crew, my new homey and fellow male model Tyson Beckford, I am officially a mess today.
We were kicked out of Ry Guy's penthouse palace not once but twice, so we brought the party all over the hotel. The lobby was a zoo, flooded with spillover from Prince and Quincy Jones' private bash at Teddy's. (Anyone see Q.J.'s nightmare tux? Did he glue CDs all over himself?)
Shout-out to everyone from E! who held it down last night and made this the day of my career. It's a new day for me and the rest of the big winners.
A few thoughts on that:
What'd you think?