While the men may stare at goats, we were staring at them last night in the Bridle Path glass mansion that beamed Vitamin Water like an alien mother ship. On the inside, a cool and casual George Clooney mixed through the party with ease, but when asked by a fan “Can I take a photo with you?” he suavely responded, “Not a chance buddy.” Mingling in the kitchen were Jason Bateman, Patricia Clarkson and Peter Gallagher. Although earlier in the day Jeff Bridges announced to a room full of media, “I am a dolphin,” after laughing like one, he was not balancing a giant beach ball on his nose or doing happy wiggles in the indoor pool, as typically expected by the species, but rather hanging loose on a couch deep in conversation.
Mena Suvari, however, much preferred the company of goats. “Wouldn’t it be cool if I brought one to L.A.?” she asked. “Instead of chihuahuas, we should all have goats.” While frolicking, they got a little frisky. “Don’t eat my dress,” she ordered mama goat. Catty press remarked that perhaps her goat talk was a way to defer conversation on her dwindling career. If it weren’t for the odour, we think she would have played in the pen all night, but instead she made haste to the loo. “Ah…I better go wash my hands.”
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