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Some of our readers have penetrated the perimeter defenses of Amanda Scheer Demme's Poolside Celebrity Reacharound Lounge at Tropicana Bar Plaza in the Roosevelt Hotel, where only L.A.'s fanciest and most connected cocktail-pounders dare to tread. These are their stories:
I recently had the phenomenal time / misfortune of going to Hollywood's "exclusive" new club, The Tropicana, inside of Hollywood's Roosevelt Hotel. After waiting in line forever (and being a VIP on the guest list) arrived inside the "club." However, actress Sarah Polley and husband David Wharnsby were turned away because the stoned doorman actually said, "Dude's aren't allowed after 11:30."
By the time we got inside the club, which barely had over 100 people but SOMEHOW included Carson Daily, whom I (and 2 other people) heard say, "Dude, fuck this — I'd rather be at Shelter." Sadly (for Tropicana anyway), we soon learned that he had only been there for less than 45 minutes. Upon entering the "club" (which should be classified a "bar" on its best night), we also saw the overly made-up Rachel Bilson (sans Adam Brody) complaining how they turned away her gay friend named "Matty."
Oh Tropicana, why you gots to be hatin'?
No! Not Sarah and Matty! What kind of a twisted world turns away a fine Canadian actress and the fabulous friend of an OC star, while reserving space for third-string talk show host Carson Daly? They are mad with exclusionary power at the Trop, mad we tell you! This place is making Skybar in its heyday look like the Orange County Fair on half-price night. Fortunately, Hollywood hasn't invented a stronghold that Jon Lovitz can't penetrate:
Stopped by the Roosevelt Thursday night, where I saw Joaquin Phoenix, Darryl Hannah (canoodling with a bald tranny), and incongruously enough, Jon Lovitz at the poolside bar. It was like an "Electric Company" game, "one of these things is not like the other," and older, uncool Jon in a day-glo rugby shirt was most definitely the "Umm... is that really who I think it is? And what is he doing here?" factor.
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