As was the case with most of the over-hyped Super Bowl bashes, anyone who shelled out $150 to attend the Access Hollywood party hosted by Carmen Electra got hosed. The most entertaining aspect of the night were the shuttles that ushered common folk from the parking lot to the non-celebrity back entrance of the party, which was thrown at Stu Siegel's studio on Ruffin Road (where the TV series Silk Stockings is filmed).
To transport the decked-out, upper-crust attendees, Access sent yellow school busses. As the big bananas rumbled past the sleek limousines that were dropping off stars at the red carpet, the have-and-have-not factor was comically loud.
Access had advertised the party would be "hosted" by Carmen Electra. But Electra didn't make an appearance in the main room for the first few hours of the party. In that time, a horrible cover band and all-girl R&B group Isyss (sponsored by a hand cream company, as the huge poster on the stage grotesquely boasted) "entertained" the crowd.
San Diego women, dressed in their best "notice me!" outfits, peed out back in Porta-Potties. During the abnormally long waits between each band, there was no entertainment-no Cirque de Soleil-style actors, no videos, no midgets, no comedy, no card games, no exhibits, no Playboy Mansion replicas and no Sony Playstations. Just $3 drinks and a small buffet-for $150.
After a few hours, what was boasted as the "most star-studded party of the Super Bowl" had yielded MTV VJ "Jesse," much-detested former Chargers coach Kevin Gilbride and the occasional heavily-guarded-and-speedwalking cameo by the Access Hollywood hosts.
Electra may have eventually showed up to "host" the party, but by then (and before washed up '80s hair rockers L.A. Guns played), this reporter and much of the crowd had taken the big bananas back to our cars. Because drinking a six-pack of Schlitz in the parking lot with REO Speedwagon on the A.M. radio was a better time.