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Weekend: Interrupted (Oscar Highlights)

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This entry was posted on 3/6/2006 4:15 PM and is filed under uncategorized.

So here I was late Friday thinking that I would be spening time with friends at my family's vacation home.... and then I get a phone call from my buddy "J".

J: It's your lucky day.

Me: Why is that?

J: Because we're going to the Oscars!

Me: Get the hell out. Seriously?

J: Damn right I am...we're on a flight Sunday morning.

So, after a long flight made palatable only by that fact that it was on a private jet, we arrive in LA.

I try to make it to LA a couple times a year but I had never been to a pinnacle entertainment event such as this.

Our seats were ok, Jon Stewart was funny, and the political undertones were at a minimum.  All in all, a decent show. 

The real fun came at the after-party.

I had one mission that I wanted to accomplish before we headed back home in the morning...meet the goddess known as Scarlett Johannsen.

After my friend called his father, who then made several phone calls himself, we were able to get in to the Vanity Fair party...and it was a party.  I would be hard pressed to name a celebrity that I didn't see there....Clooney, Aniston, Vaughn..all my fav's.  Still, I was focused on meeting Scarlett.  

Call it chance, luck, intervention, or just damn good karma...but as we were leaving for another LA hot spot I caught glimpse of her.  I had to introduce myself.  

Battling mild nerves (this woman is absurdly attractive in person), I went up to Scarlett, introduced myself, let her know that I admired her work, and had a pleasant conversation that lasted a couple minutes.  

During the conversation I realized this could be a once in a lifetime shot...so I went for broke and asked her to join us at our next location.... she politely declined.

Heartbroken? Nah.  Disappointed? Definitely.  But it sure is hard to be disappointed when you end up in a limo full of women who want to hear about your mingling with the stars.

Life is great...and I'm glad to be back from Hell-A.



  

 




 
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