Thankfully, the wardrobe/self-image crisis that has been plaguing me for most of 2010 was anesthetized by my coworkers who, sensing my despair, threw their clothing and make-up at me until some of it stuck. So I got on the plane with a massive carry-on full of other people's stuff, and a People magazine (so I could read about folks with much worse self-image issues than my own).
As it turns out, there was quite a lot of fun to be had. Dancing blissfully until closing time at a crazy, sweaty, thumping, grinding, LOUD Hollywood nightclub? Check.
Hobnobbing and drinking specialty rum punchy drinks at a lavish CBS party? Check.
Not taking enough pictures, despite carrying the camera everywhere? Check.
1 comment:
Was this something to do with the 10th Anniversary of Survivor? You look great and I'm sure you fit right in. :)
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