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MTV Awards After Party Hosted by Ciroc Vodka

Idiot! You only missed the most totally awesome post-MTV Movie Awards event EVER.

In the spirit of the video network’s Best Film, Napoleon Dynamite, Ciroc Vodka tapped the most popular kid in school, Pedro (aka actor Efren Ramirez) to throw “Pedro’s After Party.” OK, there were no llamas or even ligers to be seen. But when you spot Taryn Manning toting a plush purple unicorn through the party, past Anthony Michael Hall and the popcorn trophy he earned for the immortal Breakfast Club, you know you’ve found the most off-kilter MTV Awards After-Party in town.

Of course, even as Ramirez was spinning discs in the DJ booth and Taryn boogied on the dance floor alongside skinny but sartorially splendid D.J. Qualls, some of the popular kids crashed the bash–which took place inside and on the private patio of the Park Place Hotel.

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Paul Walker and his entourage
There was pretty boy Paul Walker, who was oh-so-Hollywood, with a traveling party posse that included his agent; far from Lost, island girl Maggie Grace looked like a prom queen with her glam dress, silky wrap and big blonde updo; Rachel Boston sashayed inside in a shimmery sheath with a rocker boy toy on her arm; and dapper Fonzworth Bentley draped his arms around sexy blonde sisters Amanda and Allison Michalka; and The Notebook‘s Ryan Gosling had hearts a fluttering as he chatted up a pair of admirers who discovered that the actor was currently single (although they used up all their nerve getting that info out of Ryan and neglected to pass on their digits).

Maggie Grace and date
While many of the guests were still in their glittery finery straight from the awards red carpet, even the most casually dressed guests could take their look upscale–at least in a circa 1982 kind of way–thanks to the “Glamour Shots” photo area.

The partygoers could don sequined sweaters, shaggy wigs and all sort of out-there accoutrements from the ’80s for a soft-focus snapshot worthy to be hung on Napoleon’s wall. The photographer found my auburn mullet wig appropriately atrocious, but marveled at how even in a gnarly raven flip wig, my date and photo-mate was still impossibly photogenic. We didn’t have the heart to reveal that the glamour gal was a one-time Playmate, and looked as amazing in anything as she did in, well, nothing.

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