twin peeks (attention: roger adultery)

Here at the Marriott Wardman Park, Big Head Todd and the Monsters are onstage, doing their Austin party band best, and there's some dancing down front. The girls are wearing their $200 jeans and their slinky satin tops, hanging on the arms of guys in scuffed boots, and the crowd is moving around, waiting for some electrifying moment that will rock the room.

And then: "There she is!" Necks crane toward the VIP section, high above the dance floor. Girls go on tippy-toe, little squeals of excitement escaping from their pretty mouths. Jenna Bush, 23, is at the VIP bar ordering a vodka and tonic. She has to get her own drink? Guess her mother wasn't kidding when she said neither of her daughters has someone she's going to marry. "I would get her a drink," mumbles a young man. "I would get her anything." (Does he want to put his name to this? "I don't think that would help me out with her, do you?" he says.)