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Now in her fourth year as host of one of Telemundo's most popular and critically-respected programs, Al Rojo Vivo con Marï¿½a Celeste, Maria Celeste Arraras is certainly entitled to act all Katie Couric if she wants to, detaining airplanes and menacing her minions. Yet Arraras is so unassuming and un-entourage-y she all but disappeared in the crowd at a party this past Saturday night in the Sagamore Hotel's tucked-away art library, one of The Bitch's favorite hideaways.
The party, held in the midst of the world's most annoying, traffic-congesting auto show at the nearby Miami Beach Convention Center, was actually in Arraras's honor, as she was named in a recent issue of Newsweek as one of the magazine's Top Twenty Women on Leadership. But Arraras, tan and petite with cute, smiley dimples in a brown silk dress and five-inch Donald J. Pliners, was hardly bossy. "I'm really just here to meet some of the people from Newsweek, to check out the Sagamore since I've been hearing so much about it, and most of all, to be with my sister, who is visiting with me this week," Arraras told The Bitch with a smile and toss of her trademark coppery mane.
The normally Saturday-shy dog was glad she'd ventured out as Telemundo events generally produce a good group. The extra added bonus, of course, was to finally determine what the Sag's "Whiskey Samba" party, which apparently requires the ministrations of about 50 promoters, is — it's music, drinks, and people milling around the hotel's various esplanades and bars, about like you'd expect, with some good trance sets by DJ Erick Parades broken by the unfortunate obligatory interruptions by the Steve Miller Band.
The main attraction at the Sagamore continues to be the lack of attitude at the door and the welcoming attention of Social Miami maitre d' Clifton, who upon this occasion was decked out in a long-tailed Victorian suit coat and gloves. — as told to Jean Carey