shock and awe...

i've been in close proximity (have waited on) some really famous people in my time. will smith? no problem. george clooney, al pacino, marilyn manson? whatever. paul mccartney, etc., etc., etc. with the exception of a few occasions (namely jamie oliver), i'm the last person to be starstruck when faced with a famous person.

 

so i go to a hillary clinton fundraiser last night with Pretty. a friend of ours is working the event and hands us pink VIP bracelets and ushers us into a room with THE woman herself. we're in a line to meet/greet/get photographed and i literally started to panic. i was so amazingly nervous that when i got up to her i had no idea what to say and the thought in my head just flew right out my mouth: "you are so pretty in person!" she laughed and said, "why, thank you!" and we smiled for the camera. i was handed my purse and walked off completely annoyed at myself that, face to face with one of the most powerful women in the world, THAT is what comes out of my mouth?! i'm a mess. Pretty walked over and first thing he says is, "i swear to god she looked right at my crotch."

 

i realize the difference between actors and her is just sheer power. actors are useless really (unless they're spending their millions to do some good angelina-style). with hillary, her sheer presence is a force to be reckoned with.

 

the evening ended at the-new-york-place-all-the-celebs-and-wannabes-hang-out-because-it's-uber-exclusive bungalo 8. Pretty, after some diligent schmoozing and tipping, can get into the place whenever he wants. this guy definitely knows how to work it. no notable star sightings. just wannabes and socialites.

 

but i'd already had my awe-struck moment of the night. after that, no actor comes close.

 

tonight i'm seeing sylvie guillem and her world-famous extensions. rock on.