The other week, I asked my brother if I could borrow his car to drive to a birthday party. His response?
"You're THE LAST person on earth, I would let drive my car."
The last? As if. That means the woman who pushes her shopping cart with the talking stuffed animals downtown has priority of driving my brothers car before me! I had to get back at my brother. I had to get my hands on something I knew he would want, so that I too, could say, "you're the last person on earth I would give this to."
The Ed Hardy Fashion Show was coming up at Pearl Nightclub, and I asked my friend Madelaine if she could ask her club promoter friend, Randy, to put my name on the VIP list. It was the perfect thing to hold over my brother's head.
The problem was, Madelaine left to sunny Mexico for a wedding before, I could get all the deets and I had no way of knowing if whether or not my name was on the VIP list. Until Saturday morning when I received an email at Facebook from an unknown Facebook-er, telling me, in so many words, if I was interested in attending the Ed Hardy Fashion Show as one of the regular people models. Madelaine did come through for me! Although I would have much preferred to just have my name on the guest list, being asked to be a model was absolutely perfect.
I called Madelaine's friend Benni and met him at the Ed Hardy store on University. It was a mad house. There was a stretch, white Hummer limosuine blasting music as a red carpet was unrolled inside the store. It was a casting call for the Ed Hardy Fashion Show. I was not going to audition to be a model. I explained to Benni, I just wanted to go to the party. He explained, he thought I had "a look" and that I was already in the show, but they needed more people than me, hence the reason for the casting call. Then he asked, if I could walk down the red carpet and show people how it was done.
I'm not a model, nor do I think I could ever pass as one. I don't strut when I walk. At least, I don't think I do. But I knew, if I was going to model Ed Hardy, I'd have to act confident and despite how much I was shaking and how fast my heart was beating, I somehow managed to walk the length of the store, front and back, ending with a spin and pose, before feeling the bile rise in my throat. Next to eating in that Asian restaurant in L.A.'s 'fashion district', this was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life!
As I was being fitted for my outfit, I overheard one of the girl models bragging about how she knew she would win a spot, over her two friends because, she was "the beautiful one out of the group." With beautiful friends like that, who needs ugly enemies? Or something like that. It was sad, that this regular person model would rather be in the limelight, then with her friends. I didn't want to be like that. I would much rather be hanging out with my friends, having fun and checking out the clothes I could only wish to wear on a daily basis.
So, I called Madelaine's friend Benni and told him, something came up and I could no longer fulfill my duties as a model. That's when I learned, Benni wasn't Madelaine's friend. He was, in fact, a complete and total stranger, who was searching random people on Facebook asking them if they were interested in modeling for the Ed Hardy show, in the hopes of trying to find a date. In fact, the 'email' he sent, was a friend request, but I was too excited to actually notice. He was in no way involved in the casting decision, being a promoter for a local gym, which was sponsoring the Ed Hardy fashion show.
Which means...I made the cut, by myself. Me! I did it. I walked down a red carpet by myself. And the worst part is...I gave it up! I gave it up. And I just found out, I probably could have kept my outfit or at least part of it...this is so not the way to start off a new chapter.
"You're THE LAST person on earth, I would let drive my car."
The last? As if. That means the woman who pushes her shopping cart with the talking stuffed animals downtown has priority of driving my brothers car before me! I had to get back at my brother. I had to get my hands on something I knew he would want, so that I too, could say, "you're the last person on earth I would give this to."
The Ed Hardy Fashion Show was coming up at Pearl Nightclub, and I asked my friend Madelaine if she could ask her club promoter friend, Randy, to put my name on the VIP list. It was the perfect thing to hold over my brother's head.
The problem was, Madelaine left to sunny Mexico for a wedding before, I could get all the deets and I had no way of knowing if whether or not my name was on the VIP list. Until Saturday morning when I received an email at Facebook from an unknown Facebook-er, telling me, in so many words, if I was interested in attending the Ed Hardy Fashion Show as one of the regular people models. Madelaine did come through for me! Although I would have much preferred to just have my name on the guest list, being asked to be a model was absolutely perfect.
I called Madelaine's friend Benni and met him at the Ed Hardy store on University. It was a mad house. There was a stretch, white Hummer limosuine blasting music as a red carpet was unrolled inside the store. It was a casting call for the Ed Hardy Fashion Show. I was not going to audition to be a model. I explained to Benni, I just wanted to go to the party. He explained, he thought I had "a look" and that I was already in the show, but they needed more people than me, hence the reason for the casting call. Then he asked, if I could walk down the red carpet and show people how it was done.
I'm not a model, nor do I think I could ever pass as one. I don't strut when I walk. At least, I don't think I do. But I knew, if I was going to model Ed Hardy, I'd have to act confident and despite how much I was shaking and how fast my heart was beating, I somehow managed to walk the length of the store, front and back, ending with a spin and pose, before feeling the bile rise in my throat. Next to eating in that Asian restaurant in L.A.'s 'fashion district', this was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life!
As I was being fitted for my outfit, I overheard one of the girl models bragging about how she knew she would win a spot, over her two friends because, she was "the beautiful one out of the group." With beautiful friends like that, who needs ugly enemies? Or something like that. It was sad, that this regular person model would rather be in the limelight, then with her friends. I didn't want to be like that. I would much rather be hanging out with my friends, having fun and checking out the clothes I could only wish to wear on a daily basis.
So, I called Madelaine's friend Benni and told him, something came up and I could no longer fulfill my duties as a model. That's when I learned, Benni wasn't Madelaine's friend. He was, in fact, a complete and total stranger, who was searching random people on Facebook asking them if they were interested in modeling for the Ed Hardy show, in the hopes of trying to find a date. In fact, the 'email' he sent, was a friend request, but I was too excited to actually notice. He was in no way involved in the casting decision, being a promoter for a local gym, which was sponsoring the Ed Hardy fashion show.
Which means...I made the cut, by myself. Me! I did it. I walked down a red carpet by myself. And the worst part is...I gave it up! I gave it up. And I just found out, I probably could have kept my outfit or at least part of it...this is so not the way to start off a new chapter.
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