Arianna Huffington pees her pants because she thinks she's standing next to Tom Waits.
Because British mafiosos stick together, Gawker Media playboy Nick Denton hosted a soiree last night for television executive-cum-new media geek Michael Jackson (above). He's the guy responsible for commissioning Battlestar Galactica (we're betting at least three of you out there watch it) and, Denton says, may own us all someday. We're fine with that, so long as we don't have to watch sci-fi.
After the jump, Gawker photog Nikola Tamindzic makes even Michael Wolff look like he's having a decent time.
Sandra Oh and Rivers Cuomo were inseparable the whole night.
Jacob Weisberg makes small talk with Malcolm Gladwell: "No, seriously, dude, I use a hairpick, too. Can't live without 'em, right?"
Michael Wolff and David Carr have a leering contest.
Treehugger's Graham Hill and Olga Sasplugas: neither huggers, nor trees. And secretly, they hate recycling.
Chris Tennant models Remy Stern's latest super-secret business venture: press-on chest hair.
Jonah Peretti with wife Andrea Harner: smiling because they've got Ken Lerer's money.
Ever the intrepid reporter, Jeff Bercovici does his best to determine whether or not Maer Roshan and Denton have slept together.
Finnish Journalist Annabella Asvik asks Malcolm Gladwell if the carpet matches the drapes.
Kate Lee shows Caroline Waxler and Jeff Jarvis how she likes to be touched.
Scott Heiferman, Ricky Van Veen and Rachel Webber: One of these three makes millions off of pictures of beer-soaked breasts. You guess who.
Jacob Weisberg always gets giggly when Elizabeth Spiers starts talking about sex.
Even though she's just had two of her fingers violently hacked off, Rachel Sklar is all smiles. A little blood isn't going to bring this girl down!
Aaron Hicklin throws a sign to represent his crew. If Jeff Bercovici is willing to kill a man, he too can be a member.
When things got dull, John Brockman, Michael Wolff and Maer Roshan went into the corner and had themselves a rousing game of "Limp Biscuit."
"Arianna, would you mind saying again that bit about me being the 'Rupert Murdoch of the blogosphere'? Things are getting a little dry in my bedroom, if you know what I mean."
Kevin Ryan is not impressed by Jason Calacanis' intimate knowledge of the Pastis menu.
Found: One Iranian magazine editor wandering in Soho loft, looking for money.