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Amanda Scheer Demme, the nightlife Cerberus who once stood ferocious guard at the Trop's velvet-roped gate, has been quietly plotting her return since being cast from her celebrity-clusterfuck Hades. According to Page Six, Demme plans on taking the party to private homes, where she'll take on role of overly permissive mom to her extended family of spoiled celebubrats:
Things at the Roosevelt have seemed eerily quiet since management cast out erstwhile Queen of Hollywood Nightlife Amanda Scheer Demme from the celebrity-fellating Eden she'd lovingly established on their premises, but today's Page Six reports that the hotel may have recaptured a little bit of its former velvet rope magic this weekend:
Even without a venue in which she can adequately ply her celebrity-pampering trade, temporarily clubless nightlife queen-in-exile Amanda Scheer Demme name is still making frequent appearances in the gossip sheets. (And, occasionally, in the NY Times) Today's Page Six keeps her personal brand alive with an update from Demmeland:
The NY Times' Sharon Waxman traveled deep into Amanda Scheer Demme's Fortress of Velvet Rope Solitude (tragically located in unfashionable Studio City) in an attempt to sort out why the temporarily clubless nightlife queen-in-exile was cast out of the celebrity-fellating Eden she so lovingly created at the Roosevelt Hotel, and to learn a little about the woman behind the clipboard-wielding legend:
We hate to think we'd left you in a state of suspense regarding Amanda Scheer Demme's various nightlife interests after yesterday's post about her alleged shitcanning by her bosses at the Roosevelt Hotel. Both TMZ and Page Six have updates about Demme's fate, which her reps are spinning as a "buyout" (which seems technically true, since we assume it would cost the hotel some cash to tear up her contract). Says TMZ:
As if featuring club staple Jeremy Piven on smarm-overload in its nightlife issue weren't enough entertainment for a single magazine, Los Angeles might have also incited a war between two of Hollywood's foremost practitioners of the celebrity-fellating arts, Tropicana/Teddy's queen Amanda Scheer Demme and promoter Brent Bolthouse. Says Page Six:
It seems like we've been sounding the death knell for Amanda Scheer Demme's Taj Mahal of Unrepentant Starfucking, the Roosevelt Hotel's Tropicana Bar, for months now. A Defamer operative reports that Demme's poolside cauldron of Hollywood nightlife evil might finally have bubbled over, flooding the place with a D-list potion so unfashionably potent that none could escape unscathed.
