Glutton for punishment that Gawker may be, our offices were loaned out last night to mascot Andrew Krucoff, who used our HQ to host a book party for King Dork author Frank Portman (at right with — gasp — chastity slut Dawn Eden). No ridiculous journalists engaged in bitch-slappery, making things a little less pseudo-exciting, but Krucoff still has his own party crash for your perusal. We're just hoping that no shitfaced bloggers enjoyed a fumbling hookup atop our servers.

Team Party Trashed: King Dork [Young Manhattanite]