OCEAN DRIVE PARTY: MUSTO GETS IN; HIS EDITOR EATS SHIT

Door scenes are silly, of course. We're willing to endure them for a few minutes because a) there might be free food and drink inside; and b) there might be friends inside-- or, at least, celebrities. But is there anything more embarrassing than attending a door scene for more than a few minutes? Is any party fabulous enough to repair the damage done to your ego when a door test reveals you're not cute enough, young enough, dressed enough, connected enough, female enough, animated enough-- welcome enough-- to enter right away? Can any party restore the faith in humanity
lost when a door scene proves once again that guests now would actually rather savor their own desperation than revel in true hospitality?

That's why we were so sad to read about poor Karen Durbin, the Village Voice editor who was there at the door of the Ocean
Drive anniversary party in Miami, with her gossip columnist Michael Musto and a ton of other fabulous people, trying to get past the clipboard. New York magazine reports that Musto "managed to slip in," then reappeared an hour later, to help his posse get ushered in. Musto gets points for not forgetting (though it's not absolutely the best form to ditch your peeps at the door). But Karen! An hour in line? Baby, don't you pay Michael to go to monster-fabulous events so you don't have to? Please let us know if those drinks were extra-delicious or if you managed to brush a model's sleeve on the way to the ladies' room.

And don't even get us started on the ladies' rooms at those things....