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When my editor told me that I was going
to Miami for a pseudo spring break to party with Nelly, Andrew
W.K., and DJ Z-Trip at the AXE House Party, I was elated.
Then, the confusion set in. With advertising taglines such
as "Your odds haven’t been this good since breastfeeding,"
I wondered why they wanted me, a woman, to go to such a thing.
What did the AXE House Party have in store for me, and would
I really even get to "party" with Nelly or Andrew W.K.? I
just wasn’t quite sure what to expect, and I didn’t know if
I would like it.
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On the plane to Miami, I read some Hunter
S. Thompson to get into the party mood. Figuring that no one
has ever had a more fun as a media writer than he, I immersed
myself into his bizarre tales of high jinx on the trail of
a story. I got a little sidetracked, however, when the guy
next to me broke out a Teen People. We ended up spending the
rest of the flight pointing out all of the hot guys in it,
and talking about how the fashion of the 80’s needed to stop
making a comeback.
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Skybar was the media meeting place, near
the hotel. Pretty sweet, complete with a bartender from the
Real World, but I don’t remember which season. I think his
name was Dan… Anyway, I got a chance to meet up with some
of the people from AXE and hang out with the other media people.
The rest of the night ended up as a bar-hopping haze, however,
we did run into music mogul Clive Barker. I think we went
to a minimum of six clubs in South Beach that night. All I
can say is that the clubs there are like nothing I have ever
seen. Vegas comes close, but South Beach is most definitely
the one of the best places to go clubbing in the United States.
I got back to my hotel room around four in the morning I
would have stayed out longer, but I had to save some energy
for the next day.
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The helicopter ride was amazing! We flew
all the way to West Palm Beach, and landed on the lawn next
to the 50-acre Mida Mansion, AXE House Party headquarters.
The mansion was lit up with flourescent lights, and reflections
of AXE bodyspray glimmered in the pool. The inside of the
house opened to a large stage, with a kitchen to one side
and a bar to the other. There was a winding staircase that
led upstairs to DJ Z-Trip spinning beats. Wilmer Valderrama,
Danny Masterson ("That 70’s Show") and Seth Green (Austin
Powers) were playing pool near a balcony that overlooked the
stage downstairs. There was also a large room, complete with
a bar, to entertain the media, my people. AXE Bodyspray posters
were everywhere, along with cans of AXE laced throughout the
house. The smell of "Phoenix" lingered everywhere, but in
a house with hundreds of people jammed into it, that was a
good thing.
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Outside, host Jamie Kennedy ("Malibu’s Most
Wanted") was mulling around schmoozing with models. The pool
was in the center of the backyard, surrounded by hundreds
of models, contest winners and media, along with a gigantic
stage to the right and a bar to the left. Andrew W.K. was
getting ready to play his set when we were all summoned up
to the media room for Nelly’s interview. There was time to
see Andrew W.K. anyway, so the guy from FHM and I went to
the garage, which was straddled by two VERY nice cars, where
he was ready to play. By the end of the first song, most of
the crowd had ended up on the stage jumping and singing along
with him. I was standing behind a groupie who was rubbing
her body all over the bassist, but he wasn’t complaining.
Wearing his signature dirty white jeans and a white t-shirt,
Andrew W.K. was sweating and bouncing all over the place.
At the end of the last song, he jumped on the hood of one
of the cars, stood up, and raised his hands in excitement.
His set was done, he was out of breath, and I needed to get
back to the house for Nelly’s interview.
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Um, yeah, Nelly’s interview did not go exactly
as planned. Everyone was supposed to be able to ask him a
question, but only MTV and a Canadian station were able to
interview him. Disappointed, but glad to get out of that stuffy
room, I headed downstairs to get myself a drink. So, out of
a series of circumstances, I end up sitting in Nelly’s private
room drinking Cristal, possibly the best champagne in the
world. Nelly walks in, we chat for a minute, and he leaves
to go on stage. A crowd had already amassed around the stage,
so I headed up to the balcony, where I could get a bird’s
eye view, and happened to end up standing next to Andrew W.K
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All throughout Nelly’s set, the crowd was
amped and singing along. Andrew W.K., who didn’t know any
of the words, was rocking out to "Hot in Herre" while he grooved
and jumped around with his hand in the air in a kind of rock-meets-hip-hop
move. Nelly left the stage and the crowd dissipated.
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I headed outside to meet and chat with our
contest winner, John. By now it was about 2 a.m. and there
were still hundreds of people in the backyard. Models were
making their way through the crowd, chatting with contest
winners and the media. The drinks and the conversation were
flowing and everyone seemed to be having an incredible time.
As the night began to wind down, I chatted with Wilmer Valderrama
and Danny Masterson. Wilmer was a little perturbed because
people kept calling him "Fez," but had an amazing time otherwise.
We all had to hand it to AXE for putting on such a great party.
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At the end of the night I took the party
bus back to the hotel and crashed. The sun was coming up and
I needed to get some sleep before my flight at 10:30. I woke
up in a haze, only to see that I had an hour until my flight
left. I hustled into the lobby and caught a cab. I had to
cut the fifty people in line at the security checkpoint to
make my plane. It didn’t matter though, once I was in the
air, I just closed my eyes and thought about my weekend in
Miami.
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