We managed to have a hell of a time at Monday night's Family Guy 100th Episode Party at Social in Hollywood, catching Seth McFarlane croon classics like "I Get A Kick Out of You" and "I've Got You Under My Skin" over a live band, and Seth Green fending off various lusty ladies. Supporting engineers and animators also happened to provide us with anonymous tidbits of insider information, such as the fact that this party was waaaaay better than the cheapo Simpsons parties. That, and the fact that Stewie may be hiding a severe methamphetamine addiction.

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Saturday night, the rooftop of the Best Buy at Pico and Sawtelle was transformed into a Guitar Hero III-lovers paradise. First in line were Eric and Jose, who had waited in the blistering West L.A. cold for a staggering three hours to get their copy signed by Slash. Said Eric, "We work down the street so we just, um, walked over."

Inside was a videogame smorgasbord for all senses, complete with a sushi chef and gaming stations, and hosted by the object of many a nerd's wet dreams, Brooke Burke, followed by an appearance by Slash himself and an electrifying performance by Poison (Rock of Love ingenue/strippers nowhere in sight). The event was not without movie industry infiltration—Sony, Warner Brothers and Paramount each set up tents to pimp their various tie-in and home video wares.

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We just couldn't get enough of all things Britney this month, so Friday night we decided to head out to Steven Corfe and Thairin Smothers' Just Britney art exhibit opening party at the World of Wonder gallery in Hollywood. The list of attendees included legendary former New York club kid James St. James; Vincent Gallo, who decided he didn't want his picture taken but offered to take a picture of us instead ("Why do you want my picture, I'm just an old man," said he); working supermodel RuPaul, as well as snot-nosed YouTube sensation Leave Britney Alone Guy. The show featured glorious pieces commemorating the troubled singer, like Jason Kronenwald's Gum Blond XLVIII, which was made up entirely of chewed up bubble gum, and Jamie Boling's Snake Charmer, the infamous painting deemed too hot (or controversial) for Barack Obama's eyes.

• Just Britney Art Show [WOW TV]

Authors, artists and socialites mingled at Rico Garcia Fine Art Gallery in Costa Mesa, for Saturday night's opening of Peter Harper's Art Exhibit and the California debut of Danny DeVito's Limoncello. We made a bee-line for the bar (purely for the sake of investigative journalism), anxious to taste the drink responsible for DeVito's nationally televised hangover. The bartender warned us it had a kick but we didn't know how much until minutes later, when the room began to spin. We chatted up Peter Harper for a bit and spoke about his brothers—Grammy award winner Ben Harper and author Joel Harper. It was a magical evening, but our pounding hangovers the next morning made us grateful we didn't have to sit down with Barbara Walters and the girls for a nationally televised chat.

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This past Saturday, I took a trip to the land where no westsider wants to accidentally wander into late at night, the Industry Hills Expo Center in the City of Industry, to catch roller girls in short skirts duke it out for the L.A. Derby Dolls Present: Fight Crew vs. Sirens game. The Babydoll rally was up first, with derby rookies Double D and Long Island Lolita stumbling through their first game. If Double D's mangled ankle was any indicator of the impending game, we knew we were in for a bloody treat. Then, when veterans like Mila Minute, Killo Kitty, Judy Gloom, Crystal Deth, Scarlett Yohandsoff and Paris Killton took the track, any girlie façade was stomped out by shoving, yelling, and pushing each other off track. The highlight of the night was the shoving match between P.I.T.A and Broadzilla, and penalty-riddled captain Tara Armov getting kicked off the game (too many elbows to her opponents' eyes perhaps?). By the end of the night, their estrogen-fueled rage seemed to have rubbed off on me, as I angrily leered at the annoying 12-year-old who stole our free Derby Dolls seat cushions. The Sirens ended up winning the championship and we left with no seat cushions but new names: From now on, I will be known only as Ima. Ima Killa.

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• Previously: The 'Golden Gals Gone Wild' Opening At The World of Wonder Gallery [Defamer]

The freaks, geeks, and random old dudes in drag were out in droves Saturday night at curator Lenora Claire's "Golden Gals Gone Wild" opening night party at the World of Wonder gallery in Hollywood. It was a strange night, where cross dressers mingled with Goths, random hipsters and even the token Hollywood personality. Take leather-and-mesh-clad Kim Fowley, for instance: 70's rock star impresario and creator of The Runaways; Giovanni Ribisi; Elizabeth Daily ("I'm a loner, Dottie, a Rebel"), Mean Girls' Daniel Franzese. The art was just as...shall we say...eclectic, flying in the face of the sanctity that is Sophia Petrillo, with pieces showing her in the glory that is naked old lady flesh. Other works included Gestapo Rose and Betty White Power, Blanche Devereaux in a confederate flag bikini; Dorothy going spreadeagle and showing us the nooks behind her, um, grannies. I bet somewhere, a little town called St. Olaf is collectively gasping...

• Previously: The Reeducation of Dorothy Zbornak [Defamer]

If you're wondering why all the hardware stores in LA were sold out of electrical tape, it's because much of it was stuck to the nipples of the models at the Captivity premiere party last night. That's right, I was lucky enough to be on the list for this little shindig at Privilege, and I was curious if After Dark CEO Courtney Solomon could deliver on his New York Times promise to throw the most outrageous bash ever. So did he? In a word, no. The whole thing gave off a distinctly opening-credits-of-Mindfreak vibe, with plenty of leather and piercing to go around. But it came off as silly and forced, not dark and scary. Consider these ghastly delights:

* One girl was chained to a spinning table while another girl pretended to whip her. Shocking!

* Suicide Girls roamed the party wearing little besides the aforementioned electrical tape. My delicate sensibilities!

* Greased-up Bikini clad ladies wrestled each other. Oh, the horror!

* A "needle play" booth, where some guy stuck pointed quills into the backs of willing victims. Mildly disturbing!

* Dave Navarro wearing a tight tanktop. Okay, that actually was scary.

The best part of the evening was watching all the open-collared agent/producer types try to hit on the Goth chicks. I've never seen so many Bluetooth headsets and leather corsets in one place.

However, the most-asked question of the night: Where were the celebs? The biggest star there was the fat guy from Borat. You know things aren't going well when the Bai Lings and Traci Binghams of the world don't show up to your party. Elisha Cuthbert couldn't even be bothered to attend, and she's the freakin' star of the movie!

But so what if the Captivity party wasn't the Grand Guignol display everyone had hoped for? There was still an open bar and girls with electrical tape on their boobies. I, for one, will take what I can get.

• Previously: 'Captivity': The Predictably Outrageous Premiere Party [Defamer]