Inside—it was around 2 a.m.—Star Jones, clad in a black mini-skirt was getting freaky with her husband Al Reynolds, as Adam “DJ AM” Goldberg burned up the turntables. Mr. Reynolds was gyrating up against Mrs. Jones’ backside, his hand positioned oddly on top of her head, while hers clutched the back of his thigh.

Nearby Nick Lachey and Vanessa Minnillo shared a table with fallen Miss America Tara Connor.

“Did you hear?” gushed a reveler. “Vanessa just tried to have Tara Connor removed from their table. Ha!”

Moments later, Mrs. Jones’ publicist Brad Zeifman handed his client five dollar bills. He had bet her that Paris Hilton would not get jail time. Mrs. Jones, who had just that weekend—right there in Louisville!—inked her new contract with Court TV, threw the bills up in the air. “Spread it around!” she said, making a spreading motion with her hands. “Spread it around!”

Later that night Kevin Federline arrived with a harem of nine blonde girls; Kid Rock took a turn on the turntables.