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Paris Hilton's barely there at her own Toronto party, but makes time for Verne Troyer.
Paris Hilton is late for work. The heiress was booked to arrive at Toronto's Guvernment nightclub at the Cinderella-esque hour of midnight on Saturday, October 20. Instead, her SUV pulls up to the red carpet well after 1 am, and after the drunken street people have already lost interest. A crowd of kids fresh from the politically charged M.I.A. concert next door has gathered to gawk. When Paris steps out of the vehicle, someone shouts, "I saw your vagina!" Will there be a revolt against everyone's least fave celebrity? Not so much. Paris flounces over to the crowd, doling out hugs and posing for pictures (see left). The mood changes from scorn to instant adoration--at least until people tell their stories the next day.
Paris strikes pose after pose for the photographers, but talking is decidedly not hot tonight. Here is the full transcript of my scintillating conversation with her:
Me: Are you on the prowl tonight?
Her: Noooooooo.
Me: What do you think of Toronto guys?
Her: I've been doing a film the whole time here so I haven't really met anyone except my cast.
Me (resigned that we're gonna talk about her musical, Repo! The Genetic Opera!, even though I know people don't care): How are your cast mates?
Her: They're amazing. We're having a really good time. The movie's going to be incredible (and at this point she's walking away).
Me (yelling after her): How's the singing?
Paris: It's fun. Great music. (over her shoulder as she leaves the red carpet) I love Toronto.
Me (head bowed in defeat): That was horrible.
Inside, people don't seem too concerned about Paris, or the lack thereof. When she finally arrives in the main room, she takes the stage for maybe ten minutes, waving to the crowd. Most people just stick to their dancing, but there is definitely a small but forceful crowd vying for her attention. The appearance is over as soon as it starts, but hopefully everyone feels they got their $20 worth.
Miss Hilton will spend the rest of the night in her private V.I.P. room. Her roped off area is stocked with a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, Red Bull and cashews, but Paris heads straight for the banquette and stands on top of it so people can photograph her.
Unexpectedly, Verne "Mini-Me" Troyer, in Toronto filming the Mike Myers movie The Love Guru, is in attendance, being held aloft on the shoulders of a male friend. As he rides by, an attractive woman grabs his baby-sized hand. But Verne is hot to hang with the girl of the hour, and Paris sneaks off with him down a hall that leads to the washrooms. A Guvernment bodyguard blocks the area off.
Back out in the world of regular people, the club boasts a full house, but most people seem to be out because they love the Guvernment and not for Paris. Paul Hapek, a 24-year-old guy, says he came because his friends were coming. When asked about Paris, he says, "Whatever man."
"I hate her so much," says Amanda Martin, a 24-year-old bleached blonde in a white dress. "She disgusts me." Amanda and her pal Alicia Gabourie, 26, had planned this night out weeks ago to coincide with Alicia's last exam, Environmental Leadership, and Paris just happened to be appearing. "I think it was overrated," Alicia says of the guest of honour. "I just saw her head bobbing and then a whole bunch of people were rushing in and you couldn't see too much of her."
The title of Biggest Paris Fan is reserved for a 26-year-old brunette named Tara Mooney. She's wearing a black baby T reading "That's Hot!" on the front and "You're Not!" on the back. It's paired with a plaid schoolgirl skirt. The hemline just crests the bottom of her bum. She says she loves how Paris creates drama, including her DUI arrest. "Apparently that's the thing in Hollywood," she says of the charge. "If you don't have one you're nobody. I kind of want to get one now."
The aspiring model who works in the "cellphone industry" thinks Paris is treated unfairly. "I think she gets a lot of bad portray-ance in the media but there's just something so interesting about her," Tara says. "They say it doesn't matter if people are talking good or bad about you so long as they're talking about you."
As a devout Paris Hilton fan, Shane Snow, a 21-year-old hair stylist at Yorkville's Salon Escape, came early and stayed late. He was turned off that Paris only interacted with fans who had brought presents. "People were screaming her name and she sat in a chair and did nothing but collect gifts," he said. But he can't stay mad. "She's a dirty slut, we all know it, she knows it, and she loves it and it doesn't matter," he says.
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