I flew out on Saturday afternoon for the Los Angeles premiere of the family movie “Rio”, for 5 Minutes for Mom (my official review of the movie is right here! It opens up everywhere on Friday! Ps. there is a giveaway involved in that post — you can take the whole family if you win! So go comment on it, mkay?)
But this is the story of before the event.
On the way out, I got bumped up to First Class I am sure by accident which was nothing less than paradise in the sky mind you (I have more on that topic for another post) and eventually made it out to Hollywood where I checked in and promptly ordered room service. Short ribs and sticky rice to be specific. Yum.
And then I slept in to the wee hours of 6 a.m. Pacific (that’s 9 a.m. Eastern — hurrah!!), had breakfast, ran on the treadmill, and went in search of a CVS and tweezers for my unfortunate unibrow.
I had no idea where I was or where I was going when I left the hotel but quickly found myself on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, following my phone’s GPS (what would we do without these things?! I swear!) So I played tourist for a little while.
I had heard that people who get one need enough people to nominate them for a star and then have enough to pay for it, and I thought “Hooray! I can try and get nominated!” (Not that I could pay for it or anything). Also except for the minor detail that you actually have to be in the field of entertainment for a while and as entertaining as I think I am to myself, I don’t think that’s what they mean. I looked up how to get a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. I don’t fit the criteria. No star for me. Anyway.
I made my way back to the hotel and promptly began panicking over what to wear. My phone and its picture sending feature would not work in the hotel (!!!!) so despite the millions of tries sending my various outfits to friends, I found myself on my own with my decision. It was fashion roulette.
I eventually chose this:
I think it worked out and in hindsight any of the outfits would have been fine, but I was panicking! Also, sunscreen would have been a great accessory because now that farmer tan that appears in the picture is sunburned. I also learned (relearned) another valuable lesson: never ever paint your fingernails red 10 minutes before you walk out the door. I have traces of red everywhere and my fingers look like they were painted by a 6 year old with two left hands. Lesson learned.
I made my way with the other bloggers to the blue carpet with my bag of electronics, my dinosaur video camera, my precious Nikon and my phone (you know I had to Tweet!)
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