When I was invited to attend a Grammy viewing party sponsored by the Nashville chapter of The Recording Academy, how could I say no?
Like I’d ever say no to a party. In a bar. With cocktails. And food. And photo booths.
Four somebodies at a Grammy party.
What does one wear when the invitation states, “dress to impress” as the advised attire?
To leopard or not? Boots or heels? Oh the woes.
Selfies helped narrow down the wardrobe before I was all set to make my appearance.
All gussied up with somewhere to go.
Upon arriving to the gala, I prepped myself to walk the extremely short, fairly stained, freshly vacuumed red carpet.
Walk of fame.
As no media was present, I shouted my own name acting as paparazzi while I traipsed down the crimson rug.
Hey CBXB! Look right here!
Meeting up with my posse, we beelined for the bar (Anyone surprised? Anyone?) prior to taking our seats.
Ready to mingle.
Because I’m not a fan of standing for hours, I make a habit of arriving as soon as the doors of a venue open (completely being ‘uncool’ as all of the other Nashville hipsters arrive fashionably late).
No one on the floor but me and the DJ… but my ass will get a seat. Hallelujah!
I sat guzzling wine and flipping through the evening’s program, admiring my V.I.P. paper bracelet that so hideously clashed with my other accessories and watched all of the other somebodies arrive for the show.
If I were a true V.I.P. I probably wouldn’t need this bracelet now would I?
Assessing Nashville’s interpretation of “dress to impress” footwear choices had me arriving at the conclusion that this city embellishes their feet for comfort. Classy comfort.
Sensible wedges, sneakers and cowboy boots, oh my…
I missed the comfort memo.
As the venue filled up, I was a happy camper conversing with old friends and enjoying fabulous new times.
Does this wine match my nail polish? Does it?!
I forced deep conversations with my trio of gents that probably made their ears want to start bleeding.
Do you think Pharrell was trying to mimic Smokey the Bear by wearing that God awful hat?
No seriously, do you?
When they couldn’t take the fashion talk anymore, my buddies lured my vocal chords into remission by announcing the presence of a photo booth near the exit.
Record scratch.
A what?
Let me touch up my lipstick…
No talking during photo taking…
Apparently no smiling during photo taking, either.
We weren’t meant to be models. Clearly.
And while we hoarded the booth (much to my insistence) for a quarter of an hour, we forever captured the essence of us being our best version of somebodies in snapshots.
Lucky us.
CBXB
You were a great V.I.P. there at the Grammy party and maybe it was better to put on your Cowboy boots but at least you was different between all the other girls ! Very lovely snapshots 🙂 !
I SO should have worn my cowboy boots but the heels looked better with my outfit. Oh the things we do for fashion!
🙂 !
Let’s go through the checklist:
A Party Featuring…
Bar
Cocktails
Food
Photos
How could you not be there?!?
And looks like you had fun! But again, how could you not?
I thought Pharell’s hat was the Arbys logo.
HAHA! The Arby’s logo. Maybe that’s the look he was going for…I just couldn’t figure it out.
And your checklist is exactly how I decide if I will attend any soiree. With the most important being a bar, of course.
I just read recently that hat was auctioned off for charity and guess who was the winning bidder?! Arby’s!
And I thought I was just making a jerky remark.
Look at you onto something! Are you psychic? Can you tell me how long my liver will be holding out?
Red carpets are highly addictive. However, I suggest that you ask whether you could do a re-design of the VIP-bracelet next year:)
Re-designing the VIP bracelet is a fabulous idea! I’ll see what I can do…
You’re truly living da life. 🙂
Oh don’t you know it?! My favorite part is acting like my own paparazzi. It makes everyone way jealous.
Such a fun post! Your photos remind be of that song, ‘When you’ve got it, flaunt it’. 🙂
“Ven you got it, flaunt it
Step right up and strut your stuff
People tell you modesty’s a wirtue
But in the theatre modesty can hurt you
Ven you got it, flaunt it
Show your assets, let them know you’re proud
Your goodies you must push
Stick out your chest, shake your tush
Ven you got it, shout it out loud.”
Love the shoes, but I could never actually walk in them. I’d need a wheelchair. 😀
Love the song that the post brought to your mind! I think I will be humming it anytime I get to ‘walk’ a red carpet again. Ha!
The shoes I wore required me to sit down, which is why I went extra early! To score a seat!
Smart girl! 🙂
Fabulous night, obviously, CBXB. They even got a duck face out of you in the photo booth!
I didn’t even know I knew how to duck face ’til then! Oh the hidden talents I seem to possess…
Yes, indeed, you are one multi-talented woman, CBXB! Who knew you would be invited to duck face at a Grammy viewing party?
Never in my wildest dreams…
Muahahahaha. The selfie is so going in #teddy4pres. you shall be forever shoeless. 😉
HAHAHA! My feet look so much better in heels!
LoL.
When you live with an international media star, it’s red carpet treatment all the way
Tedstar has been trying to prep me for this kind of treatment…