Where do I begin?
Have you ever been so joyously happy and miserable all at the same time? And don’t get me wrong, I loved every minute of the night, but gosh darn it, I need a team! A team people! Celebrities have it good. They have stylists, assistants, handlers, you name it. I have just myself. But enough complaining- here goes.
As you may or may not know, I won tickets to the Emmys through the Galderma Breakup With Your Makeup Contest.
We happen to be in the LA area on vacation anyway. So as fun as it would have been to fully take advantage of hotel and air travel the contest provided, we were already down in Southern Cal.
The limo picked us up that Monday afternoon. It takes a solid hour to get through LA traffic. I’m not sure who’s job it was, but I didn’t get a limo pass or a parking pass for the driver. Our driver, Felix, has done this for 20 years or so. He takes celebrities and guests to all the award shows. He knows the drill. So when he asked me for my pass, I didn’t have anything to give him. I’m guessing this was so I could be dropped off for the red carpet. Huge sad face here for not getting that privilege. But I also felt bad for Felix since he couldn’t park in the designated limo lot and had to bide his time for 3 hours while waiting for us.
Because we got dropped off 2 blocks away, we had to walk. No biggy. But our shoes were brand new. What idiot wears new shoes to an awards show? These idiots. I thought since my shoes were flat with a tiny heel, I’d be good. No. Patent leather doesn’t give. Add 85 degree temperatures and sweaty feet and what do you get? Blisters.
Holy shit the blisters killed me and we hadn’t even gotten in the door!
Speaking of the door. Our entrance was not the red carpet, but it was parallel to the red carpet of all the celebs, entertainment reporters and the who’s who of Hollywood. They went in the same door though to the lobby as we did. When I started to get a glimpse of stars like Taylor Kitsch (Friday Night Lights) and Kiernan Shipka (Mad Men) I started to get a little flustered!
Then I saw Laverne Cox from Orange is the New Black and I almost shrieked out loud.
Emma and I only had 15 minutes until air time and they are strict about you being in your seats when cameras are rolling. They don’t let you in except for commercial breaks if you don’t make it to your seats. So I wasn’t going to miss anything!
We slipped into the ladies room for a quick pre-show tinkle (heck, it was supposed to be a 3 hour broadcast!) I turn the corner and there is Laura Prepon from Orange is the New Black!
Then out comes from a stall, Uzo Aduba “Crazy Eyes” from Orange is the New Black! What the hell? Are they all in here?
I take note of the free eyeliner and lip gloss left in glass jars provided by L’Oreal at the sinks. I shove a few in my clutch. Normally I’d be flipping out over free makeup, but seeing your favorite Netflix actors in person kind of trumps product!
As much as I wanted to see what other actors were going to come out of bathroom stalls, it was really time to get to our seats. There was a throng of folks pushing through the lobby. Oh and you know, Laura Prepon was right behind Emma. I’m trying to take a selfie, but unsuccessful. I can’t walk and take pictures at the same time. The number of times I saw that woman you’d think I would have gotten a picture!
We go up to our seats in the Loge section.
Once we were in our places, we look out and the whole Nokia Theater is amazing! It’s just like on TV only better! We’re here! We’re actually here!
We sit down and they are doing all kinds of prepping for the audience over the intercom. Counting down until broadcast, asking folks to applaud when we’re on the air. That kind of thing.
Perched above in our seats, we could look below at all the celebs in the front section. Is it weird that I could spot and recognize Sofia Vergara from 300 feet away?
I was looking for Kevin Spacey and tweeted him my seat number, but he didn’t reply.
My blisters were killing me and I took off my shoes. It’s dark, no one could see. And then I realized that it had been several hours since I ate and it will be several more hours until I will eat again. Hmm, is this how celebs stay so skinny?
I was starving!! Emma and I chewed on sticks of gum and I had a packet of dried apricots in my evening bag. What I wanted was a giant basket of fish and chips and a cold Gin and tonic, but sadly, gum and apricots were all we had.
If the show seems long while watching from home, it flies by when you’re sitting in the audience. For real. It went so quickly.
The In Memoriam tribute for those lost in the industry, and the special Robin Williams tribute by Billy Crystal weighed heavy in the room. I was crying. Not sure about anyone else, but it was incredibly heartfelt.
At the last commercial break, there was an announcement that those with Governor’s Ball tickets are to exit the side door, and those without are to exit through the back door. Sad trombone here.
Gee whiz. How I wish I could’ve snagged a few of THOSE tickets!
As we file out and head down the escalator, I’m rubber necking around to see any glimpse of folks that I’m dying to rub elbows with. And low and behold, there he was. Off to the side. Standing like he really didn’t want anyone to notice him. But his 6 foot plus frame is hard to miss. Not like a lot of other actors who are short and blend, mind you! But I could tell immediately it was Idris Elba. He’d been nominated for his role in Luther and come from the UK just for me, er us. Er, the show.
I told Emma, “hang on a sec.” And bee-lined for Idris. I touched him on his arm and said, “Sir, may I have a picture?” He seemed reluctant, but answered, “Sure.”
I fumbled with my phone (holy shit, holy shit, holy shit) and snapped the selfie hoping and praying that it looked good. You only get one shot kid!
I looked him in the eyes and gave him a most sincere “thank you” and I think I might have curtsied, but whatever. He nodded back and said “thank you” as well.
I met back up with Emma and she was all, “who was that?” I told her and she didn’t seem to get the magnitude of what had just happened. I felt my knees go weak and my heart race. HOLY SHIT I JUST GOT A SELFIE WITH IDRIS ELBA!
I immediately posted it to social media. My Facebook friends were freaking out. My mom texts me, “who is the handsome man with you in the picture?” My night was made. Boom.
And then, Emma and I hobbled our way out the back door, just like we were supposed to. We texted Felix that we were approaching. How I wish we had that frickin’ limo pass to pick us up at the door!
Part of me didn’t want to leave and the other part, my feet and stomach part, wanted desperately to get home. Or to our hotel in Disneyland with the boys.
Emma and I did something so awful and disgusting. We took off our shoes on the streets of LA to walk the 2 blocks to our waiting limo. Yes, people gave us sideways glances. Sure there was probably urine and God knows what on the concrete. Who cares? We were miserable.
Heading to the hotel to Disneyland in the limo, Felix asked about the show and what celebrities we saw. He got a real kick out of all the ones I spotted in the ladies’ room.
Arriving at Disneyland only kept us on our cloud and getting in our hotel room to the room service waiting that McSweetie ordered (a pot of tea, bless him!). We chowed down on our Ceasar salad and quesadilla while rattling off everything we could to the boys.
And that’s our Emmys night folks.
It was a thrill and a half.
Now I just need to go to the Oscars! A girl can dream.