A little birdie told Page Six of the New York Post that record producer Scott Storch was bummed out that none of his high-profile female friends managed to make it out to his birthday bash last month. He threw a big party in Miami at the Mansion nightclub, only to find himself in the middle of a sausage-fest, celebrity-wise.
“He’s upset that none of his famous female friends – Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan or Britney Spears – bothered to show up. And he even gave Lindsay $1 million in diamonds over New Year’s! Kelly Rowland was supposed to come and sing a special ‘Happy Birthday’ to him and she was a no-show, too.” A rep for Storch said, “Scott was not upset at all – he had Derek Jeter and Ludacris there, and a naked girl even popped out of the cake.”
One word how you could solve that problem, guy. Evite. Seriously, people feel obligated to respond. And don’t accept “maybe” as an answer. It’s a bullshit response that essentially means nothing. At least that’s what I’m trying to express whenever I use it.