OK! Magazine’s Pre-Oscar Party 2014

Behind the Red Carpet…where I hide.
(Photo Credit: Me)
Live from the Red Carpet!…me owning an nervousness assault.Tonight as I waited patiently in the Media & Talent region for my client, making an attempt and succeeding at entertaining myself with every social media app, text convo, and Buzzfeed short article I could locate on my cell phone to make myself seem preoccupied, I observed the couple of celebs that I could truly acknowledge, some critically sizzling dresses, and that ever-recurring awkwardness of Red Carpet nervousness and accidental paparazzi shots. No photos please. No seriously, I’m not well known.
Anyway, sufficient about me, let’s talk about the shit you basically want to hear about. So given that I was there as a publicist, I got there early to check my client in, scope out the paparazzi, and not get yelled at by my boss. Of course the only celebs that in fact get there as early as I was, are either amateurs, underage, or pregnant, so that becoming stated, the two women from Rich Youngsters of Beverly Hills had been there, clad in costly apparel probable bought with their mother or father’s funds some minor nuggets from a popular Disney demonstrate that I can’t keep in mind since I don’t watch Disney, and then there was Kendra Wilkinson, seeking as hot as she did in Playboy, but with a significant ole child about to pop out of her belly.

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Immediately after texting my GBF (Gay Finest Pal) about how irritated I was that the irritating reality…girls (I refuse to even credit the show with the phrase “reality stars”) have been acting, and that one particular had on the exact same footwear as me, the second wave of reality stars swept in. Lisa Vanderpump and her husband Ken Todd showed up first from Vanderpump Rules, hunting timeless and fabulous as constantly — appreciate them, largely simply because they own my favourite restaurant in Beverly Hills, Villa Blanca.
Then it was the SUR manager, Peter Madrigal, who is in fact scorching in person… in a Johnny Depp, Pirate’s of the Caribbean sort of way, followed by Jax Taylor, who I genuinely dislike to admit is genuinely scorching in authentic daily life, but allow’s be significant. The line for the Red Carpet was ridiculously prolonged, and my client is not 1 to wait in lines. However I get embarrassingly shy in situations like this (therefore why I’d in no way be in a position to be on display) and dreaded asking the two guys at check in if there was anyway to skip to the front. Thankfully whilst I was politely inquiring, my consumer manufactured it quite clear that she would be leaving if she had to wait in line…then magically we have been at the front! Only to be minimize by a Actual Housewife of Beverly Hills. You’re queen of the universe, not the Red Carpet, ugh.

(Photograph by Michael Tullberg/Getty Images)
Just after walking my client down the Red Carpet, and being blinded by the spasm of brilliant flashes as she gracefully smiled and posed for them, we headed into the celebration that was staying held at Greystone Manor in West Hollywood. I wasn’t intending on staying because staying at occasions like that normally make me come to feel like an unsightly stage kid for not becoming well-known, but it was really fairly fun…in a Bravo Television comes to lifestyle kind of way.
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