I'm so excited! You know I must be excited if I'm actually posting a blog post on a Saturday, I'm usually far too lazy to do such a thing.
For years now, I've been my friend Lynn's backup Emmys date, the friend she takes when her husband, Darren can't make it. Lynn's the Music Consultant for the Primetime Emmy Awards, which basically means she oversees the award's five music categories (Outstanding Original Music and Lyrics, Outstanding Original Main Title Theme, etc.), so every year she gets to go to both the Creative Arts Emmys and the Primetime Emmys. Though Darren has his cummerbund and tuxedo ever at the ready to go as her escort, a couple of times over the years, I have been asked to jump into the escort position when Darren was tied up. Both times I went with her it was for the Creative Arts Emmys, the "red-headed stepchild" of the Primetime Emmys, the award show where they hand out Emmys to all of the crew - Art Direction, Editing, Visual Effects, Costume Design, Hair, Makeup, Music Direction, Cinematography...you get the idea.
But guess what? Darren had an operation on his shoulder on Friday, so I get to go to the Primetime Emmys tomorrow! Woohoo! Okay, that's not nice is it? Poor, poor Darren. How very unfortunate that he had to have a terrible operation, which must be very painful and...oh who am I fooling...woohoo, Darren had an operation and I'm in!
I spent the last day fretting and worrying about what to wear, and after FIVE friends letting me try on all of their formal wear, I have decided to wear an old dress of mine that kinda/sorta still fits me if I squeeze my body into a sausage casing of foundational undergarment.
Not that anybody will be looking at me. Even though Lynn and I are going to the show, we aren't exactly walking the red carpet. I mean, we don't have a limo dropping us off, we're just driving in Lynn's Prius and then hoofing it from the parking structure. But the seats are orchestra seats, so we should get a good view, and at the Governor's Ball afterwards, we are sitting at the Governor's table! I don't exactly know who the Governors are, but Lynn apparently has an "in" with them, and it sounds very fancy.
The Governor's Ball, by the way, is really fun, with EXCELLENT food, plentiful free martinis and goodie bags. And lots of celebrities to have brushes with. Here are my goals for the evening...
- Have just enough free martinis to enjoy myself, but not enough to make a fool of myself (see #2)
- Stalk Louis C.K. But not in a creepy way. Maybe I could say "hi" or maybe I could share a smile or maybe I could just touch the back of his tuxedo without his even realizing it. Okay, that is kind of creepy. I'll let you know what I do after a certain amount of martinis.
- If I see someone who I worked with back when I had a career, I am going to try to just say "Hello, how have you been?" instead of hiding and pretending I don't know who they are. There was a time when I thought I'd be going to the Emmys as a nominee, and I fear that it is far less glamorous to be going as my friend Lynn's backup date. But I am happy to be going, and proud of Lynn's accomplishments and proud to be her escort. Plus, you know, free martinis.
I am planning on live Tweeting my Emmy experience. So if you want to share my dubious experience, follow me @secondblooming. I'll let you know if I touch Louis C.K. Or anybody else. That was creepy, right?