Grammtastic.
I know, I know. I get everyone all excited about the Grammys and then I don't post about it.
Grammys!! Equal parts silly and exciting. Seeing stars behind the scenes was definitely sweet, but having people not respect your time wasn't. If everyone in Hollywood made a truce that they would arrive on time (No, really. On time. Like the actual time you're supposed to be there, on time.), things would happen a lot faster and movie tickets would only cost $4.
Like I said, the best part was the serious, serious star gazing. Note the grainy cell phone image below a guy in my group got of Ludicris. Another girl has a picture she and Ludacris' faces cheek-to-cheek sorority girl style, but she hasn't posted them on her MySpace yet for me to steal. On the way back up to our suite, the stylist's assistant told the guy holding the Dr. Pepper that he could keep the $300 True Religion jacket he was wearing. The guy was really happy. His girlfriend was happy. I was even happy. Had Ludicris known about this, he too probably would have been happy.
We passed Matt Dillon in the hall. Then these stage managers/escorts pushed us out of they way so Ellen and Portia di Rossi could get by to present something. They pushed us into Nelly and Terrance Howard, who happened to be catching up. Madonna and her entourage were on the tail end of the Ellen/Portia chain. Madonna had put track pants on over the purple ice skating outfit and was sporting a pair (of the rumored 11) diamoned encrusted false eyelashes. Who thinks of that? I guess Madonna does.
Terry Hatcher ran by, looking too skinny, trying to memorize her presentation speech. I called her appearance on Go Fug Yourself when we first saw her arrival on the closed circuit television in our dressing room. Tacky. We also saw Tim McGraw and I had seen Jamie Foxx the day before, wearing an enormous diamond earring.
Waiting to leave, celebrities arriving late took the 'side' red carpet. Bruce Springteen and Patti Scialfa were more than fashionably late, as was Dave Chapelle. He was the best sighting because we were standing there, totally tired and ready to be at home, when all of the sudden Beverly looks up and shrieks, "it's Dave Chapelle!" No one was really around and it was really quiet - and he was about 6 feet away. He just looked up at her and said, "Hey, how ya' doing?" Ah, loyal fan for life. . .
Here are some grainy photos from a cell phone smuggled into rehearsal one day. As you can see, it looked really different in person than on television. For one, the characters were a lot smaller in person. They also weren't all on the same level with each other, which I don't think was clear on screen.
Given how dark it was onstage, it sure is lucky they spent all that time and money wardrobing and make-upping us.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I can *definitely* wear this outfit again. The great thing about this picture - well, besides how Beverly looks like a flight attendant for a swingers' airline - is that when our friend Brent, who took it, first saw us in our Gorillaz togs he commented, "Guys, we should make a pact to go out like this one night." Easy for you to say, man of the jeans and button down black shirt.
Tune in tomorrow for harrowing tales of bravery and adventure from the last frontier.
Grammys!! Equal parts silly and exciting. Seeing stars behind the scenes was definitely sweet, but having people not respect your time wasn't. If everyone in Hollywood made a truce that they would arrive on time (No, really. On time. Like the actual time you're supposed to be there, on time.), things would happen a lot faster and movie tickets would only cost $4.
Like I said, the best part was the serious, serious star gazing. Note the grainy cell phone image below a guy in my group got of Ludicris. Another girl has a picture she and Ludacris' faces cheek-to-cheek sorority girl style, but she hasn't posted them on her MySpace yet for me to steal. On the way back up to our suite, the stylist's assistant told the guy holding the Dr. Pepper that he could keep the $300 True Religion jacket he was wearing. The guy was really happy. His girlfriend was happy. I was even happy. Had Ludicris known about this, he too probably would have been happy.
We passed Matt Dillon in the hall. Then these stage managers/escorts pushed us out of they way so Ellen and Portia di Rossi could get by to present something. They pushed us into Nelly and Terrance Howard, who happened to be catching up. Madonna and her entourage were on the tail end of the Ellen/Portia chain. Madonna had put track pants on over the purple ice skating outfit and was sporting a pair (of the rumored 11) diamoned encrusted false eyelashes. Who thinks of that? I guess Madonna does.Terry Hatcher ran by, looking too skinny, trying to memorize her presentation speech. I called her appearance on Go Fug Yourself when we first saw her arrival on the closed circuit television in our dressing room. Tacky. We also saw Tim McGraw and I had seen Jamie Foxx the day before, wearing an enormous diamond earring.
Waiting to leave, celebrities arriving late took the 'side' red carpet. Bruce Springteen and Patti Scialfa were more than fashionably late, as was Dave Chapelle. He was the best sighting because we were standing there, totally tired and ready to be at home, when all of the sudden Beverly looks up and shrieks, "it's Dave Chapelle!" No one was really around and it was really quiet - and he was about 6 feet away. He just looked up at her and said, "Hey, how ya' doing?" Ah, loyal fan for life. . .
Here are some grainy photos from a cell phone smuggled into rehearsal one day. As you can see, it looked really different in person than on television. For one, the characters were a lot smaller in person. They also weren't all on the same level with each other, which I don't think was clear on screen.
Given how dark it was onstage, it sure is lucky they spent all that time and money wardrobing and make-upping us.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I can *definitely* wear this outfit again. The great thing about this picture - well, besides how Beverly looks like a flight attendant for a swingers' airline - is that when our friend Brent, who took it, first saw us in our Gorillaz togs he commented, "Guys, we should make a pact to go out like this one night." Easy for you to say, man of the jeans and button down black shirt.
Tune in tomorrow for harrowing tales of bravery and adventure from the last frontier.
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