The thing about most any party in the hills just above Beverly Hills is that they're mostly about great looking people looking to either a) be seen or b) pick up their next husband.
And considering just what kind of males habit these parties, I can't see why not. During last night's party hosted by FendiCasa at Il Magione, a spectacular estate in Holmby Hills, a rather fine specimen of male perfection offered to lick champagne off of my face.
We'll just leave that one there. (my response if you're curious: "Only if it's Veuve....")