Not that I even cared at this point, but Rose McGowan was upon us. Again, Liz politely introduced me.

“Hi! So I have three questions. What’s your favorite trilogy?”

Believe it or not, McGowan dropped he very same Frog Lee was so hot on.

WTF???

I’d had it. “Come ON. Give me something I can work with! Lohan said The Godfather.”

I mentioned this to make myself appear like a regular Ryan Seacrest. Truth be told, my friend’s sister’s boyfriend was on Lindsay Lohan’s security team. One night over a drunken debate I made him ask her that question. I don’t know if that really counts, but I was desperate.

“Oh, alright. The Godfather.” Rose perfectly smiled. “Just not the third one.

Well, duh.

“Okay, who’s your favorite Golden Girl?”

“Oh, well of course it’s…”

“Rose?” I interrupted.

“No, though that would make sense. Who’s the mom? Sophia! She’s my favorite.”

I can see that. They’re both badasses keeping it real.

Finally, “So, can you get us into the VIP section?”

Rose McGowan, in a flawless gold dress motioned over another publicist and said, “I was supposed to bring two guests tonight who couldn’t attend. I’d like to bring these two in as my guests.”

Melissa and I pretty much peed in the hallway of The W.

As Rose was pulled away, I announced, “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Oh, thank you.” She gushed in her fabulous, broad-like deep voice. “I’ve worn it to another event though, and you know what it’s like getting caught wearing the same dress twice.”

Oh, yes, Rose. Don’t we all.