There was angel on stilts who stood more than 8 feet high. Another dressed in white and wore an exotic headdress.
The Leather and Lace party was no ordinary night at Jackson's Bistro on Harbour Island. The party has been one of the most exclusive events of Super Bowl weekend.
Rebekah Kross stood next to the angel and the headdress woman as if everything was perfectly normal.
Event organizers named Kross "Hottie of the Year," a title that brings no windfall or duties to fulfill during her reign. Still, she hoped it would boost her modeling career.
Roy Williams of the Dallas Cowboys was the first athlete or celebrity to arrive.
He skipped the red carpet, but obliged reporters' requests for a quick chat or a picture.
Infomercial king/health and fitness guru Tony Little explained his philosophy: "For five days, your body is a temple. For two days, it's an amusement ride. So tonight, I am cutting loose."
Former major leaguer Wade Boggs joked about football players being "a bunch of babies."
The NFL would never let its championship be decided by a best-of-seven series the way baseball does, he said.
Jenny McCarthy, one of the hosts, arrived about 11:16 p.m.
McCarthy said she and her beau, comedian and actor Jim Carrey, planned to go skeet shooting Saturday.
Do you know how to shoot? "I will tomorrow," she said.
Where will she be? She raised her finger to her mouth, "shhh."
Carmen Electra arrived with her fiance, rocker Rob Patterson.
"We are taking it slow," she said. "We are trying to do things the right way."
Leather or lace?
"Leather," Electra said.
Kim Kardashian arrived with boyfriend, Reggie Bush, of the New Orleans Saints.
Kardashian said she has come to Tampa to watch Bush's team play the Buccaneers.
She said she has become an IHOP regular, having visited three times recently "I love it," she said.
What she doesn't love about Tampa is the cannon fire from the pirate ship at Raymond James Stadium.
"It scares the s--t out of me," she said. "Every time."
Once inside, attendees carried whole bottles of vodka and plastic cups.
They smoked cigars -- even a little marijuana on the patio -- and some wore Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses into the night.
Everybody looked famous.
Men and women watched and cheered as young women in bikinis danced on light boxes to rock music.
Women in skin-tight dresses huddled under heat lamps, chatting or sending text messages.
One woman sat in the corner crying, inconsolable. The man she was with just looked out onto the water.
A few minutes later, security guards started to stir.
Electra and her fiance wanted to leave. It was about 1 a.m., less than two hours after they arrived.
Security rushed them past the crowds and out the door.
Boggs came next. He shook hands and embraced a police officer on the way out.
A man who wouldn't give his name left about the same time.
"It was OK," he said. "I wouldn't have paid for it."
As he reached for his cell phone, dozens of finely dressed ticket-holders pressed against the glass waiting to get in, hoping to take in the final fleeting moments of the party that was already losing its breath.