The fiance scored VIP passes for Timbaland’s party last night at Tryst. (Note to Tim: how come D never gets nearly the hook-ups Sonya’s Internet start-up gets?) Anyway, for the unfamiliar: Timbaland is the scary good producer behind Justin Timberlake’s albums. Timberlake was in town last night. Good show, I hear.
After the jump, what I got for my VIP treatment, and who I saw.
I didn’t get free drinks or free food. But I did get a corner booth of the VIP area behind both a velvet rope and strings of metal beads that hung from the ceiling and enclosed us from the outside world. Stupid, peasant outside world. I was mad with power. The DJ played his songs so loud, though, that we left our booth four times just to go out on the patio and not scream at one another.
Timbaland showed around midnight. He and the many large and surly black men with him walked past me on the stairwell. He wore a cream blazer and white button-down. That was the best look I got of him. The rest of the night he sat in a corner booth opposite mine completely surrounded by his entourage, which didn’t face him but looked out on the dancefloor. Facing Timbaland were beautiful women. But even from my vantage point, you couldn’t see him through the crossed forearms and irritated stares of his sentry. We went out on the patio a final time.
When we returned, some white dude with buzzed hair was sitting in our booth. It took me a second, but I realized it was Lane Garrison, whom we profiled this month. Lane’s a Dallas native now on the FOX hit Prison Break. More importantly, he lived with Joe Simpson and the girls in high school.
“Jessica really misses Dallas,” he screamed. He said they’re hanging out in a couple weeks. He also said the city’s changed a lot in the five years since he left and that he loves his place at the W.
Lane’s a good guy. He even bought us a round. When he returned with the drinks, he said he had to get his “grooooooove on”–I swear he dragged out the word–and left us.
