Although she’s an NYU trained actress, she prefers sipping vodka and making idle chit-chat at really gay nightclubs. Several promoters host parties during Dinah Shore Weekend, with Club Skirts and Girl Bar being the big two.
Revelers are free to go back and forth, but typically people just buy an all-access pass to one or the other and stay put.
This was my second year at The Dinah and again I chose Club Skirts. I had to walk through the casino so I’d look like a customer. I was greeted by a sea of madras shorts and bikini tops. Someone was trying to perform on one of the stages but had just discovered her whip had been stolen. I found friends who had blessedly found a place to sit.
This year they stationed themselves at The Hilton Palm Springs Resort. For me, nothing says fun like a windowless room full of elderly people in track suits. I sent a mass text to the gang at the Convention Center, alerting them to the “real party,” and hunkered down at the nickel slots. It turned into “comedy corner” with Erin Foley, Nicol Paone, Page Hurwitz, and Suzanne Westenhoefer joining us.
I opted out of staying there because last year I learned that having herds of inebriated women galloping through the halls of your hotel loses its charm around 4 a.m. I got in late Friday night and headed over to the Convention Center to attend the infamous White Party. The one thing more glorious than thousands of lesbians clad in that most unflattering color. In no time Erin Foley, Nicol Paone, Fortune Feimster, and Dara Nai showed up, still decked out in Dinah lanyards. Fortune Feimster came by and instantly attracted a bevy of tan girls in bikinis.