Fight Night for Your Right to Party

It wasn’t just regular schmucks who were drawn to the bright lights of Las Vegas on May 1 to see Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Shane Mosley not beat the crap out of each other; the pretty people turned up for the fight, too.

The weekend has its fair share of head-scratchers. For one, Chris Brown was tapped to sing the national anthem at MGM Grand. Because apparently no one thought it was in bad taste to have Brown—the guy whose biggest claim to fame is beating Rihanna black-and-blue—open an event in which two guys would try to do the same to each other.

Brown and DJ Shift.

Multitasking Combs endorses two brands at once.

Still, tons of people were in town, including Calif. Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger, Leonardo DiCaprio, Michael J. Fox, Anna Paquin, Jamie Foxx, Muhammad Ali, Ricky Hatton and roughly a third of the NBA and half of the NFL.

Footballer Jay Cutler took some time out to celebrate his birthday at the Palms, where he was given a once-prestigious key to the Playboy Club. This makes complete sense, of course, considering that if there’s one thing that Ben Roethlisberger, Eric Foster and crew have taught us, it’s that football players are responsible around women.

Regardless, the weekend made one thing clear: If the Mayweather-Manny Pacquiao fight ever happens, the city may not be able to handle the influx of people. Don’t believe us? Imagine the Mayweather-Mosley crowd, divided in two, then multiplied by … the Philippines.

Mayweather didn’t have to endure much traffic to get to his post-fight party at Studio 54. He turned up in a lime green shirt trimmed in powder blue, looking like he was ready for anything—namely, to bask in victory or go to prom, circa 1978.

With the champ busy hosting his party at Studio 54, his good friend, Sean “Diddy” Combs, wasn’t going to go anywhere near the place. That, of course, would make way too much sense. Instead, the multi-branded mogul hosted his own shindig in Eve at Crystals, where the crowd reached capacity by 10 p.m. Meanwhile, Mayweather didn’t get to his party until more than three hours after Eve went into lockdown, thanks to post-fight press conferences and trying to find just the right shirt to make it look like he was visiting a newborn.

Meanwhile, Mayweather’s party came up with little more than crickets and awkward coughing in terms of A-list guests. (Unless you count Beanie Sigel, and we don’t.) Diddy, on the other hand, lured in Nelly, T.I., Gabrielle Union and producer Swizz Beatz.

Ever the enterprising showman, Combs posted to his Twitter account a photo of the crowd as they waited outside, anxious to get in and party with Puffy. The caption? “This is what happens when you hire ME to host your parties.” So there we have it! The answer to the age-old question, “Was Diddy hugged far too much as a child?” Case closed.

The partying continued May 2, when Foxx hosted Rehab. Ray J and Too Short joined him at the Hard Rock Hotel, but even with all the musical firepower, it was producer Timbaland whom Foxx was overheard begging to work with. Apparently Foxx wants to be as much like Ashlee Simpson as possible. This is what happens when Ron Howard is the only producer you have at your disposal.

One person not seeking counsel—even though he obviously should have—was Chris Brown. He was at Rehab that day, too, wearing a white tank top—or, uh, a wifebeater.

How’s that for irony?!

Chris, that whole RiRi schmozzle may have been more than a year ago, but it’s still too soon. And with that in mind, until you release an album (or sex tape, or reality series) that makes us forget your slap-happy history, stick to turtlenecks.