Oscar Fug Carpet: Intern George's Date (Sorry, George)
Being the employers of one of the country's sauciest bachelors and smoothest-sailing dreamboats, we understand Sarah Larson's pain: All eyes are on her because George brought a date, she's the only one of his string of brunette-bots that he's brought to something like this, the magazines are screaming that she's the lucky girl who'll get him to commit again, and she knows we're all wondering why Clooney is making out with a girl who once ate a scorpion on Fear Factor.
But dating Intern George has its plus side -- you know, one or two -- and that is the fact that designers were probably throwing gowns at her by the dozen in an effort to woo her into their camp for the Oscars. She must have had an entire room at the villa full of options, and she picked this:
I did find one additional tidbit to add to the story. Apparently Miss Larson is from Kent, WA. Next time maybe George should go arm candy hunting in the larger/ classier Washington cities… Renton perhaps?
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