What do you get when you mix 9,000 dumplings, 6,000 cocktails and Carmen Electra in a leather thingy made from the world's most electric-blue cow? Stuff's Seven Deadly Sins Party. The shindig on July 20 took over the streets of L.A.'s Chinatown to celebrate our first monthly issue�and to give our usually locked-in-the-closet staff a chance to bump butts with hotshots Alyssa Milano, Tori Spelling, Lacey Chabert, Lisa Marie Presley, Vince Vaughn, Tobey Maguire, Mark McGrath and, of course, Carmen. Strangely, Kathie Lee didn't show�guess her invitation got lost in the mail. She missed out on fancy colored drinks, endless dim sum, dancing dragons and a performance by a contortionist who did odd things with candlesticks. Sure, there were glitches: An ear-shattering Chinese New Year's fireworks display sent paranoid party-goers to the floor in fear of a drive-by, and one of our sales guys got slugged by a cover girl who misunderstood his request, "Can I grab your Stuff?" But after we sent the celebs back to their homes of the rich and famous, and the publisher paid our bail, we patted ourselves on the back for a job well-done. Then we called an ambulance and went to the hangover hospital.

ANDY CLERKSON EDITOR-IN-CHIEF