Having run a two-week feature on Bonnie Fuller's book The Joys Of Much Too Much (plus 27 other words) that just hit store shelves, we consider ourselves experts on the joys of much too much. In fact, one half of Jossip's editor team even read the book. All of it. And took notes. Lots of them.

So when yesterday evening rolled around, we knew we'd have to hit up Core Club for Bonnie's official book party. Frankly, she owes us, and we intended to collect.

First, let's just get the celebrity factor out of the way: As expected, there weren't any starlets prancing to the bathroom. Well, unless you count an overly engaged Joe Dolce, David Pecker suspiciously lugging around a duffle bag, and Cargo exile Ariel Foxman running around to many a dark corner (looking for a job? "On his knees?" asked one) as celeb sightings. (Around here, actually, we do.) But what can you expect of a party celebrating the woman who regularly trashes the A- thru C-list? Surely Jessica Simpson has someone else's ass to lick at the Mercer.

Bonnie, we've gotta say, looked ravishing in Versace — a feat we admire even more after learning she spent the past week autographing hundreds of copies of her book for the gift bags. (We checked with her assistant Taryn, who assures us it's Bonnie's sig, and not some overworked flack's, that's on all of them.)

When we finally took our turn on the Fuller Ferris Wheel, we had but one question we wanted answered before our exit: Was New York magazine correct is placing Brangelina's baby photos at the top of the paparazzi totem poll, above even TomKat's?

"Abso-fucking-lutely." (Naturally, we're paraphrasing. Everybody knows Bonnie doesn't swear.)

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