I'm in Miami (bitch) for Super Bowl XLIV and started the weekend off on Thursday night with dinner at STK, where the Kardashian sisters also happened to be dining, dressed in Herve Leger. Wow, short, tight dresses on Kardashians? Who'da thunk it?
While the 'Dash sisters headed to neighboring hotspot Coco Deville, I bopped down the street to the GQ Party at the Bud Light Hotel, where what's usually the Doubletree Surfcomber Hotel has been taken over by the Budweiser marketing gurus and turned into a beery extravaganza, down to the monogrammed towels and mints. The party was a bit of a sausage-fest, aside from the paid hostesses shakin' it in little tiny shiny dresses. Chart-topper T-Pain arrived shortly after I did with a 12-deep blinged-out posse, and I am sad to report that I did not recognize the singer and failed to snap a photo. I thought he always wore a big stupid top hat.
Anyway, I watched T-Pain "DJ" from the VIP lounge with retired footballer Clayton "Vince" Holmes and his big shiny diamond Super Bowl ring until I couldn't stand the hype man cutting into the beats anymore and got the hell out of there. Check out all my photos from night one after the jump.