MC2′s gorgeous girls and guys were out in full force for an appearance by Oscar-nominee Mickey Rourke while James Marsden closed the place with Serena and Andy. All in all, twas kind of a rager. Sure, I had to sleep in the FashionIndie office, am basically running on the fumes of 23 vodka sodas and had to run to Lincoln Center this morning wearing the same clothes from yesterday, but it was worth it just to serve a little love to my favorite Williams sister.

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Janice Dickinson was spotted at the exclusive Soho House in West Hollywood yesterday.

“The World’s First Supermodel” was recently named one of the worst faces in a poll by cosmetic surgery advice group The Good Surgeon Guide.

(Other celebrities who made the top ten included Iggy Pop, Jodie Marsh, Donatella Versace, David Gest, Cher, Pete Burns, Mickey Rourke, Jackie Stallone, and Melanie Griffith)

Earlier this year the model took a swipe at Tyra Banks, saying, “She’s huge. She’s a big woman. I used to think she was a man. I used to look at her and think, ‘Something isn’t right here.’”

The two worked together on “America’s Next Top Model” before Tyra allegedly fired her after Dickinson labeled her “fat.”

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When he’s not dancing on tables with Corey and I at Griffin, Mikey Rourke prides himself in giving fashion advice……huh? He told NY Mag at Max Azria:

“I liked it because it’s stuff you can really wear.  Even girls with a big ass and big tits can wear those clothes. You know what I’m saying?”

“Not these girls that need a meal,” he clarified. “They should feed them all.”

Mickey Rourke, partier extraordinaire, actor, and fashion critic…who could’ve guessed

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Corey and I started out in SoHo around 7, and ran into his friend Marilynn at the Grand.  After a few pink cocktails and a conversation with Kelly Cutrone about her selected footwear for workouts (cowboy boots),  we sorted out our itinerary for the rest of the night, hopped in a cab and headed to Rose Bar.  Apparently you can’t get in to Rose Bar without a reservation at the hotel after 9PM, and this was 9:30. Not a big deal considering the amount of places we knew for the night, so we headed to the Gates where our friends at Red Hot PR were hosting a party. I was told “it’s someone’s birthday party and then there’s some fashion party afterwards”…fashion? We’re in.

Hello Nole Marin! Nole made an appearance at the Gates last night (with his mother), and couldn’t stop staring at Corey, crush maybe? Or maybe he was considering a Corey finger puppet.  When the open bar ended, we’d met all sorts of people, and I had done my good deed by escorting in a guy on the street (only because the line was really long and he knew who Nole Marin was and that he was inside, this is someone that I want at a fashion party!), we headed over to Griffin. Who’s that we see?!

Mickey Rourke! And yes, he really does look like that in person.  Apparently Marilynn already knew the Mckster, and he told us he was going to the Griffin too, just not right then. We headed down to Tenjune, and apparently I look 12 so they didn’t want to let me in. Hi, I’m 21 not 12 Tenjune, and let me just tell you that all of those old men that are in there? They’d love me. I’ll get to that more later.  

So after being at Tenjune for a whole five minutes, we’d had more than we could stand and headed back towards Griffin and found ourselves at the center of the club, inches away from Mikey Rourke. Drinks were flowing, but not that heavily, we promise mom, and the live band was playing some good salsa music (I’ll have to get the photos from Marilynn of us dancing on the table in the middle of the club? haha), and then the night went down hill. Naturally, Mikey Rourke wouldn’t go out alone, he’d bring his manager and/or body guard to party alongside him and ‘pick up the slack,’ if you catch my drift. And that’s what they did.

A middle-aged man, maybe the same age as my dad, told me that he wanted to kidnap me…no, correction, he was GOING to kidnap me. Dude, I know I look 12, but I’m not a kid, you can’t kid-nap me. Luckily, we were inside of a loud, crowded club and it was easy to get lost in translation, so I went to my friends so they could save the day, and must’ve scared off the man three times my size and over twice my age. Well, almost. He found Marilynn and kidnapped her.

Round two, outside of the Griffin. 47-year-old man with a grey shag hairdo pins 21-year-old barely 5’0 and less than 100 lb girl in a corner. Am I supposed to think you’re cool because you manage Mickey Rourke, are just as old, and just as unattractive as he is? No, I don’t want to hook up with you. Ever. I’d rather throw up on myself. Somehow managed to run away, find Corey and say “we have to get out of here, NOW.” Problem is, where is Marilynn? “oh, she must be at the apartment,” says creepy old man. An hour or so later we finally save Marilynn, and walk to the train to go home (seeing as well all have to work in the morning). 5am, after falling asleep twice on the train and missing my stop, I decided to take a cab home, then slept on my futon using a towel as a blanket. 

Moral of the story: Stay away from old men.

Point of the story: MIKEY ROURKE’S MANAGER TRIED TO MAKE OUT WITH ME. EW.

Quotable: “Where the fuck are you?! You’re just going to leave without saying goodbye?” -Creepy Manager

Synopsis: Corey and I are very tired today, but promise to keep you entertained with our nightlife escapades this weekend!

22 Feb 2009, Los Angeles, California, USA --- Mickey Rourke at the Vanity Fair Oscars® Party in the Sunset Tower Hotel in West Hollywood. --- Image by © Axel Koester/Corbis

So this is what happens when your staging a comeback, you start dressing like Madonna.