So, after boldly claiming that they would NOT go to the White House Correstpondents Dinner in Washington, DC, because it wasn't "A-Listy" enough, Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt ended up attending after all! Damn fake hippocrites! Page Six reports:
And, of course, the fame-hungry duo from MTV's "The Hills" spent the night snaking their way through the DC after-parties. They hit the Bloomberg LP soirée at the embassy of Costa Rica, which was such a disaster, half the invitees couldn't get in."
Ahh, I hate these people. These people aren't even really famous for anything other than the fact that they'll blindly and ruthlessly seek fame at all costs, even if it means humiliating themselves and exposing the fact that neither of the two has a functioning human brain... yet they still denied an invite to the White House because they thought they were too famous for the fellow celebrities that would be attending the correspondents dinner. Talk about the old cliche of beggars being choosers!
But then again, I once met this poor beggar on the street and I reached into my little napsack (yes, I carry napsacks when I travel... a real big neon green one from the early 90s) and I gave the beggar a peanut butter and jelly sangie to the homeless man to nibble on... and he grabbed the sandwich with scorn and anger in his eye, and said to me... would it kill you to give me some cash for a little booze? So, then, startled by his blatant honesty, I deicided to by-pass the whole cash-giving thing and just picked up a bottle of Jack for the beggar and bottle of Jaeger for me and we got drunk and chatted the night away... turns out he was a good man, a former war vet, that just couldn't shake his craving for drinking whiskey for breakfast. What a great time that was... true story!
Umm... I do have a confession to make though... I did get the old homeless guy some Jack, but for myself, I didn't go Jaeger... I hate Jaeger... instead, there was this 6-pack of Seagrams strawberry daiquiri flavored wine coolers and I couldn't help but try them... man, let me tell you, after a few of those... I was real giggly... that old man had me laughing with his stories as though he were tickling my stomach with his brittle, dirty fingernails. Ahh, yes, I'll always remember that night!
Heidi and Spencer at the White House Correspondents Dinner in DC, followed by Heidi looking hot at the Bloomberg after-party:
