Carpet Recap
May 17, 2008
I covered several Hollywood events recently and even did some socializing, which means I went through a lot of mascara.
I think every woman has a beautification habit that’s unbreakable (unlike my poor eyelashes). For me, it’s several coats of mascara and black eyeliner. I’m not even sure it looks good, but if I don’t wear it, I feel unfinished. Eye-enhancing tools, you complete me.
So, there I was, me and my eye-shadow walking down Weyburn Avenue in Westwood towards the movie theatre where “What Happens in Vegas” was premiering. There was a huge set-up with bleachers where fans sat on either the Team Ashton or Team Cameron sides. (The movie is about two strangers who marry in Vegas, decide to divorce, but first, they battle over a slot machine jackpot.) The group of fans who cheered the loudest got to go inside and see the film. Team Ashton won the tickets, everyone else lost their hearing.
We settled into our spot towards the end of the press line. I hoped that the celebs wouldn’t be suffering from interview hangovers by the time they got to us and decide to head straight into the theater. Turns out, I did have to coax a few of the cast members over, but Ashton Kutcher gave every outlet a salient sound bite. And, yes, ladies, he’s attractive. And tall. And funny. And attractive.
A few weeks later, I saw “What Happens in Vegas.” It’s romantic -comedy brain candy. I liked it. Lots of pitfalls and pratfalls on the path to soulmate-ville, just like real-life, except with much better looking people, and an affordable Manhattan apartment.
Another event I covered recently was the Race to Erase MS to benefit Multiple Sclerosis research, an annual event that draws lots of celebrities. Awkward moment of the night: I asked Howie Mandel what he thought of the orange-inspired Tommy Hilfiger designed theme. (It was on my list of assigned questions.) No deal, Angela. Howie informed me on-camera that he’s color-blind. So, in addition to being on a do-not-shake list (Howie keeps his hands to himself. He doesn’t like germs.), he’s in the do-not-ask-about color category.
A few days later, I donned my golf-y outfit (khaki shorts, a collared shirt, and one less layer of mascara) and stood in the media section of the George Lopez Golf Classic to benefit the National Kidney Foundation. I talked to Andy Garcia, Ray Romano, Kevin Sorbo, Dennis Haysbert, and a bunch of other guys who love George and love golf, and were happy to talk to the press about both. Their favorite golf tips: Keep your head down and follow through on the swing. My favorite golf tip: Hit the ball. Even if it doesn’t go where you want it, it’s best that the club actually make contact.
Between work, writing another comedy spec script, and wishing broccoli tasted like cheesecake, I managed to go out to dinner a few times. Not date-dinners, but friend-dinners, which are way more relaxed and fun because I know that in the middle of the meal, I won’t wish that I could teleport myself to a planet where a protracted dating ritual doesn’t exist and that we figure out who should be together simply by comparing political beliefs, favorite Seinfeld episodes, and agreeing that socks should never be worn with sandals (and that sandals, in general, should be left to those with bare-able feet).
Gotta run now and do Saturday stuff! Be back soon!
