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Who the hell did the seating chart for this party?

June 8, 2006 03:13 PM

Okay, what the hell is up with this little blurb in Page Six?

The scene: Vogue Editor/mega-bitch Anna Wintour's table at CFDA Awards (whatever the hell they are).  The scoop: Lindsay Lohan, who apparently got up from the table six (6!) times in two hours to go "powder her nose."  Umm yeah.  "Powder her nose."  She can't even come up with a discrete metaphor for snorting coke.  Allegedly snorting coke, I mean.  Or, maybe it was a bladder infection? [ed. if so, Lindsay, try cranberry juice!].

But anyway, the part that really got our eyes popping was this graph:

During the last trip, Wintour leaned over and whispered to a Vogue staffer: "Tell her, if she gets up one more time, she will never be invited to one of my events again."  Lohan's date, Karl Lagerfeld, was then told, "Karl, this is your guest, control her!"

It's that noun in apposition.  "Lohan's date, Karl Lagerfeld."  Karl Lagerfeld???  The one with the fans?  And the sunglasses?  And the little dog and the umbrella?  THAT Karl Lagerfeld was Linsday Lohan's date?  What are they, the new Tom and Katie?

This sounds more like an episode of the Surreal Life than any dinner party we'd want to go to.  Who else was there?  The queen of hearts?  Anyone steal her tarts?  Can someone please explain, why, WHY is Karl Lagerfeld Lindsay Lohan's date?  Did he pick her up, drive her to the event, and then make sure she got home safely?  If Anna starts screaming at Karl and Lindsay to "make out" do they do it, just because they are scared?  We just do not understand...

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