Last night the Grammy After-party got the best of us. Sure we were on a list to get in, but we had no idea what that meant. I asked the girl out front "we're on the list, can you let us in?". She said "what list are you on?". I said "well what about that one in your hand?". She said "that's for the red carpet. I said "oh, well can you see if I'm on that list?". She maintained eye contact and said "trust me, you're not on this list." Ok, I know I'm not a celebrity...but still, humor me lady.
So we sat outside, confused, cold, and alone (with 300 other idiots) until it started raining. We didn't recognize a single one of the "celebrities" that walked across the red carpet. Something tells me they were just locals with fancy sunglasses and nice hats. We realized we were trying to get into a club (Area) that wasn't worth whatever they were charging, so we got our car from the Valet, BOOM, and headed back to Orange County. Hollywood 1, Midwest 0.
Monday, February 9, 2009
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