Presley Gerber, the model son (and by model I don’t mean he’s well behaved, I mean he’s a model like his sister Kaia) of Rande Gerber and Cindy Crawford, was just charged with a DUI. Crazy right? If only Uncle George had intervened! (George and Rande are BFFs and founded Casamigos Tequila together). Preston was arrested at 4:00AM on December 30th for DUI after he was pulled over speeding along Sunset Blvd in Beverly Hills in his Tesla. TMZ reports that he “reeked of booze” and blew a .08, which is just the legal limit. But Preston is only 19 and California has a zero tolerance policy when it comes to underage drinking, which means that even if you summer with the Clooneys and the arresting officer used to beat off to pictures of your mom, you’re still going to get into trouble. Just not very much trouble.
The Casamigos Halloween Parties Brought Out A Fist Fighting Brandi Glanville And Under Qualified Airline Pilots
I learned an important lesson this weekend. Stop shrugging off Casamigos tequila as just the vanity label of a couple of very rich middle aged white bros who like to throw their old fashioned good looks and money around and party with their fabulous, kinda boring Hollywood friends. There is more to Casamigos than that because there is some good goss is swirling around the label! Starting with the news earlier this month that a ROYAL (Princess Eugenie) was marrying a Casamigos UK brand rep, to the breaking news yesterday that a newly single Jenna Dewan debuted her new man friend at their party on Friday night, the tequila brand has bumped up in my radar a little tiny bit.
Now we have some more messy news to come out of that Halloween party. Brandi Glanville has been accused by actor Kobie “DJ K-LUV” Randolph of attacking him and he has the bloody lip receipt to prove it. Kobie (who has one IMDB credit for Project Hollywood), filmed himself upon returning home from the party and must’ve hit send directly to TMZ before he grabbed an ice pack, because they posted the clip yesterday.
George Clooney, his best friend Rande Gerber and real estate mogul Michael Meldman must like tequila so much that a few years ago they decided to make their own brand called Casamigos. Now, George, Rande and Michael are rich people, so they didn’t make their homemade booze in the basement next to a rolling clothes rack full of winter coats like normal people They had a full-on operation down in Mexico, and eventually it got big enough to sell for $1 billion.
George Clooney and his BFF Rande Gerber are the kind of best friends that make tequila together and live right next door to each other in Mexico. Sadly, they recently sold their twin villas in Cabo, which means George and Rande have to pack up their private telephone line, aka the tin cans attached to 30ft of string that Amal Clooney was nice enough to help them make. The good news is they’ll have a new place for them. Page Six says that both George and Rande recently purchased fancy condos in the same building in NYC.
Last night, George Clooney and his tequila tasting partner Rande Gerber threw a pre-Halloween party sponsored by their tequila company, Casamigos, and – shock of all shocks, a bunch of Georgie’s famous friends showed up. Even though the Casamigos party was held on the day before Halloween, everyone still dressed up, because why wouldn’t you? When you’re rich as shit, you can afford to have your assistant stand in line outside of the Hell on Earth that is Party City 3 days before Halloween. Still, there’s always that one person who cannot muster a single fuck and shows up in regular clothes, and that person was Salma Hayek. Stars, they’re just like us!
There is literally nothing Halloween-y about Salma Hayek. It’s like she forgot about that shit, and decided to swing by on her way home from Barneys. Salma is giving me “pity pop-in“, and I love it. She probably told her rich-ass husband, François-Henri Pinault, that they were going to make an appearance at a party hosted by “some guy she worked with on From Dusk till Dawn” and assured him that it would “only take a second.”
Or maybe that is her costume: second wife of a French billionaire is a costume, right? But really, why bother putting in any effort when Jessica Alba is going to show up and shut everyone else down with her on-point Romy White costume.
That wig! You know someone is 100% into a costume when they spring for the good wig. For those of you screaming “BUT WHERE’S MICHELE???“, Jessica got a friend to dress up as Michele. I know, Cash Warren really dropped the ball on that one.
Here’s more famous types from George and Rande’s Casamigos party last night. Not pictured: George and Amal Clooney. I guess they decided to shock everyone and go as a couple who didn’t want to pose for the paps.
George and Amal Clooney continued to show the world that they’re the GREATEST COUPLE WHO EVER EXISTED by getting into a good old-fashioned staged canoodling session in front of a photographer at a party for his tequila brand in Ibiza, Spain last night. I’m going to choose to believe that the dude in the black shirt on the right witnessed their love-in-motion earlier in the day and was so inspired that he immediately ran out and got that Amal Clooney tattoo on his arm. (He’ll add the George Clooney tattoo later.)
George and Amal were in Ibiza with Cindy Crawford and Rande Gerber over the weekend to whore out their Casamigos tequila. Last night, they threw a launch party at the Ushuaia Ibiza Beach Hotel. You know, Vanity Fair recently put Amal Clooney on their best dressed list and I didn’t see it at all until my eyes landed on these pictures of her wearing a $2,400 dress that looks like it came directly from the closet of Nomi Malone. I love that dress, because it’s gold, sparkly, looks like it was bought from the clearance rack of a Joyce Leslie in New Jersey and would fit in anywhere from the ho stroll in Atlantic City to a Studio 54-theme night at a club in Reno. Those white panties under that slightly see-through dress was a nice, elegant touch too. More of this, Amal! I also love that George Clooney didn’t even try.
And somewhere, Sarah Larson is thinking to herself, “She looks like a cheap cocktail waitress at a bottom level Las Vegas casino. George totally misses me.”