Kirshenbaum, Bond and Lots and Lots of Chutzpah

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There I was, minding my own business, when BAM! Some jerk throws a beanbag chair at me. Not the kind you use to play hot potato in Kindergarten class, but a beanbag CHAIR -- you know, the kind you sit on?

Yeah, Kirshenbaum Bond & Partners throws that kind of party.

The bash was thrown at KB's downtown Manhattan headquarters in honor of the 20th anniversary of the year namesakers Richard Kirshenbaum and Jon Bond founded the agency with only 50 G's to their name (times have changed, huh guys?). As KB pointed out on the party invites, 1987 was the same year Prozac was invented.

Like any good ad campaign, this party had it's own tagline: "20 Years of Serious Chutzpah." The boys even created a short film about their two decades of working together, which played on repeat during throughout the fete.

Three bars poured up stiff drinks including a martini bar -- crafted out of a massive block of ice -- which was pretty cool, no pun intended, and not just because the bartender could have been Fabio's brother.

Various nibbles were strewn about. Was that bacon-flavored popcorn? It had a distinctly piggy flavor. Guess they didn't keep want to keep kosher. Pizza and cocktail weenies, me likey. Flaccid zucchini with crème fraiche? Not so much.

And then there were the people. To say the affair was crowded would be an understatement. And it was loud, almost as loud as some of the neckties some people were wearing. (What is it with the psychedelic prints?)

Like any good party, it had its share of ladies stumbling in their stilettos and overly groomed guys with too-spiky hair, no to mention that one dude clad all in black, taking himself waaaaaaay too seriously.

You know who you are.

As can be expected, industry bigwigs showed face, among them Paul Woolmington, founding partner of Naked and former CEO Media Kitchen, as well as former KB president and current JWT, New York, president, the always lovely Rosemarie Ryan. The latter was so flocked by friends and fans she could barely make her way through the party, let alone take a swig of her martini.

Non-industry notables were in attendance too, such as Jan Min, queen of US Weekly. No surprise, since the mag last month named Richard to its list of 25 most fashionable New Yorkers. Proving his title well-deserved, Richard broke out his best pinstripe suit and glittery eye mask for the party. It's working Richard! If Janice loves it, we do too!

Robert Verdi, stylist to the stars, was also spotted mingling in the crowd.

The DJ was rather mediocre, but from Sweet Child O' Mine to Sexual Healing, he did manage to spin the hits that got people dancing.

As the crowd -- including one tuxedoed serverr simply unable restrain herself any longer, thus daring to join in the revelry -- went bananas over Bel Biv Devoe's Poison, this Adager grabbed some swag (a long-sleeve tee) and headed home to nurse her wounds from the earlier bean-bag battery.

Nevertheless, the party went on into the night, likely racking up tons in overtime fees, according to one very hungover reveler.