Did you wake up on Saturday morning, bloated with ego, voice still scratchy from screaming "Fat ass!" at regular intervals the night before, your Beyoncé wig still sitting dull and discarded on the desk where you spent most of the night self googling your name and the phrase "emmy winner," hoping that the resulting ego massage would eventually lull you to sleep? No? Well, then you're probably not Tyra Banks (Look in the mirror and check for eye-smiles just to make sure.)
On Friday night, while most of America was off not seeing The Love Guru, Tyra Banks, Rachael Ray, that woman from The View, and various nameless, mannequin-faced soap stars were being whisked through the K-Mart style lounge like the daytime stars that they are for the 2008 Daytime Emmy Awards. It was a night no one will ever forget, mostly because they didn't watch it in the first place.