Where's Sacagawea?

You know you've hit the big time when you're invited to your first big Hollywood party attended by celebrities. For me, it happened this week when I was invited to a party hosted at some rich lawyer's waterfront home. Rumored to be in attendance? None other than Sacagawea Extreme, whose own blog is featured over to the right of the screen. Sacagawe Extreme is the newest Hollywood starlet (doesn't it seem like they get younger all the time) and a major motivating factor in The Lyrical Gangster's decision to go live.

At any rate, I knew as soon as the invitation arrived that a new outfit would be necessary. Nothing in my wardrobe was sufficient for this kind of party and I knew I was going to have to splurge to keep up with this crowd. As far as I was concerned, the attitude was spare no expense.


This little number is pretty swank, don't you think?

Once I arrived, the first item on the agenda was the red carpet strut. And I was joined by several other celebrities. Let's see: short blonde hair, goatee, John Deere hat, bottle of whiskey - Hey, that's Bo Duke. I thought he was past his prime.


This guy looks important. Isn't that new Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper? Nobody knows what Canadian politicians look like anyway, but something tells me that's him.


Spotting B-List celebrities was fun for a while, but I had to remember the main goal of the evening was to get my picture taken with the lovely Sacagawea. I tried to find her over by the buffet, but I got caught up in the amazing spread. Beer, donughts, cheese and sausage. These people must be loaded.



While Sacagawea eluded me, I did spot her bodyguard, who got a little defensive when I got too close.


Drinking on the job, eh?


Well, the night is over and I still haven't found Sacagawea Extreme. You know how the celebrity rumor mill is. Someone mentions that a celebrity is going to show up at a party just to keep people hanging around, even though they have no plans to come. Complete dissappointment.

Then, the next day as I was cruising the Strip, you'll never believe who I saw walking down the street.

She was so gracious, posing for photographs despite the paparazzi and autograph seekers. Such a sweetheart. No wonder they can't get enough of her on the Silver Screen.