Supergay at the Superbowl

February 4, 2008 09:40:29 Posted at February 4, 2008 09:40:29
Lainey Posted by Lainey

John Travolta hosted some party on Saturday night in Scottsdale while the rest of us were at the Mondrian. It was the CAA and CTV bash that night, ran into Spike Lee and several others in the lobby and throughout dinner at Asia de Cuba, and George Clooney was apparently holding court at a private affair across the courtyard. So much security you’d think he was the president. And too many losers trying to crash. We were too blitzed on double vodka and red bull to attempt.

But I digress.

The point is… Travolta’s party was going on when every other major hitter in Hollywood was somewhere else. Snort.

Next day, John, who loves football and predicted a Patriots win even though he’s a Giants fan, showed up at Seacrest’s and walked the carpet. What did I ask him?

I asked him about hot dogs! I asked him about hot dogs being his favourite Superbowl snack! Immature, yes. But it was so f*cking hilarious, we almost lost our sh-t right there on the carpet. John, as you can see, is sporting a new ‘do. He told me he wants to go shorter. Of course I complimented him – and I’m telling you… he preened. They way he lit up it was like he’d come home to find Zac Efron and Clay Aiken buck naked in his bed. I think he even flapped a little. You’ll have to check it on

Seriously… I felt his gaygay wash all over me like a sequin shower.

But the funniest, funniest, funniest was the hair itself. First of all, he’s changed his hair line. So you can see stubble where it’s been shaved off. Then there’s the spray paint. Because he’s older now, his hair is thinning. In order to make it look as though he has a thicker head of hair, he uses this black spray sh*t all over his scalp. In photos you can’t tell. But if you’re right next to him like we were, it’s embarrassingly apparent.

Which is a problem when your producer leans over and points it out to you in your ear right before he approached. How I held it together is a mystery. How anyone believes he’s straight is an even bigger mystery.

I met John Travolta! Praise Xenu, ah-Thetan!

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