We had merely 36 hours on the ground, arriving early Wednesday morning and departing late Thursday morning. A whirlwind trip to the greatest city in the world. Unfortunately we never left the parameters of our hotel. No chance to walk the streets to feel the pulse of the city, no chance to shop and indulge in the best labels of fashion, no opportunity to sip lattes or eat crab cakes.
We landed, we checked in, we performed, we slept, we exited.
Now a few days later, I find myself sifting through memories from my first celebrity dinner party. I recall funny gal Kathy Griffin twirling around the 35 million dollar mansion and making jokes about pasta and Hollywood. Soon after famed chef Rocco Dispirto spoke to me about a mutual project on which we both worked.
At one point, I glanced across the room to see talk show host Rachel Ray whisking in and whisking out while filling the room with her signature laugh (and ass!). Near the end of the night, model Tyson Beckford made jokes about what’s in his DVR, while NYC Housewife Jill Zarin confessed to feeling like the outsider who was mistakenly let into the inside.
Though not an actual guest, I can say I managed to rub elbows (while holding a camera, no less) with some charismatic A-listers. The moments string together like a foggy, surreal movie, (Was I really there?) a movie I’ll never let slip from my mind. Even still it was such a strange, surreal reality: one that can’t seem normal to anyone there.