Golden Globes

So Sunday night was the first big night of award season. Hours of red carpet prep, stylists and publicists clamoring to figure out how to handle the deluge that was taking over LA. All encompassing madness. It was crazy!

For the A listers, I mean.
It must have been a nightmare for them.

For me - a different story. Now don't get me wrong, a designer did loan me a dress, and an amazing stylist did help me figure out my "look" and "poses" a week in advance, but the night went a tad differently than expected.

The buttons on the said designer dress fell off as I was getting ready at home, there was no red carpet at the after party I attended, and my boyfriend and I took a good old fashioned cab with a driver who reeked of severe body odor to the event (we're talking epic proportions). Oh, and he had to let us out two blocks from the Beverly Hilton (where all of the after parties were). In the rain.

So yeah...not so A list. But awesome nonetheless.

I ended up wearing I dress I bought on sale down the street, and doing my hair and makeup in my bathroom with shitty lighting, and you know what? I felt like a million bucks.

The party was star studded: Pierce Brosnan, the kid from Twilight (the wolf one), Jodie Foster, Robert Downey Jr., the cast of "Lost," and more. I feasted on dim sum and champagne, got checked out by the guy in "Hurt Locker" ( hey-O!), and hob nobbed with the best of 'em.

Not too shabby for a Sunday night, right?