Last night dippy PR socialite Micah Jesse, most famous for being dippy PR socialite Kristian Laliberte's sworn archnemesis, celebrated his 21st birthday at Home, one of the grande dame agée nightclubs on W. 27th street. "There'll be celebrity guests I don't even know about," he boasted earlier in the day. Perhaps that's true but when our forebearing photographer Nikola Tamindzic and I went, we didn't see them.
We arrived just as Trump Vodka's open bar was closing but it was clear that it had been well-utilized. Micah Jesse's family had flown from Atlanta, his friends had taken the LIRR in from Hofstra—and a few relatively good looking and quite inebriated women in fedoras had stumbled out of their boudoirs in wifebeaters and eyeshadow. The man of the hour himself flounced about in red suspenders and glitter. It was like he was reliving his bar mitzvah but this time around, so much gayer.
Though it didn't surpass Levin Rambin's Julia Allison-hosted Sweet 17, there were more than a few underage drunk girls doing ridiculous things. Also, most impressively, Micah Jesse Koffler had assembled a slideshow of himself that he was projecting onto the wall. Micah Jesse with Minnie Driver. Micah Jesse with a Jewfro and a shit-eating grin with Bobby Bacala. Micah Jesse in high school.
The real question, however, is this: how will it all stack up to Kristian Laliberte's Paris Match party tonight. Oh, you didn't get the invite? HERE!