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A Defamer operative files a report about last night's American Idol finale and celebrity-starved after-party at SkyBar, where Hasselhoff roamed free, Idol losers enjoyed their final, fleeting moments of notoriety before Fox has them drowned in the Pacific, and where Bo Bice was already starting to reap the benefits of also-ran fame:

I think I am still a little intoxicated and dazed from the Idol finale and wrap party last night but I'll do my best to give you a run down: The finale was off the hook with bizarre sightings: Brandy and posse sitting near me for the second day in a row, as were Rumer, Scout and Tallulah- the Willis/Moore child trifecta. My friend saw them in the bathroom and reported back that all three were dressed very well. David Hasselhoff was there, but by far the best of the night was Courtney Love, breezing in and out at every commercial break, looking like a complete and utter disaster—the woman was wearing sunglasses throughout the entire show and her body parts were hanging out of whatever ensemble she had put together. Poor Frances Bean.

Onto the party at SkyBar: First, let me tell you that the passed hors d'oeuvres were plentiful and not too shabby, and there was a very hefty supply of liquor. Not many celebs in the house at sky bar, but David Hasselhoff was in attendance, just standing around being tall.

There were three levels of security at the door, but that didn't keep out the top 768 "Idols" from this year that were swarming the party, doing anything they could to draw attention to themselves. Paula was the first judge to come in, with an entourage that may have been an agent-type and his family (I really have no idea). She looked much cuter than she has in ages, wearing a green dress- seemed fairly coherent, but then again, I didn't have a conversation with her, so who can say? She kept to the roped off VIP/judges area for most of the 30 minutes she was there, and then made her way out. Later on, we made our way to the enclosed upper part of the bar where most of the idol finalists were camped out. Bo Bice was surrounded by an intense selection of groupies/middle aged men trying to be his first producer, and had mega-asshole body guard next to him most of the night. I was so turned off by the whole thing I actually started to be happy that Carrie won. He actually acted reluctant to pose for photos with people, which you really cannot do unless you have been famous for an extended period of time, or at least have your own record out. Give me a break. The only person who was allowed near his table was Tom Green and his Brooke Burke look-alike girlfriend; he called them over to say "hi" and take photos together. The low point of the night was sitting outside at valet for a half hour waiting for the car to arrive, but we did witness some overweight tourists in Hawaiian shirts standing on the sidewalk, taking pictures of Scott Savol exiting the party alone in a limo. It became perfectly clear how an ex-wife beater came so far in the competition.

All in all, a pretty entertaining night filled with surprises, all paid for by Freemantle Media and Fox.