My husband is a casualty of red carpets! Not literally–he hasn’t slipped and fallen on any lately. But when you’re married to an entertainment reporter, part of his job is attending red carpet movie premieres, and junkets, so he can interview the stars. (Yeah, I know, totally boring job, right? Me: “Hi, honey, how was your day at the office?” Him: “Oh, you know, the usual, interviewed Brad Pitt and Scarlett Johannsen today.”) Which means he has to work a lot of nights and weekends. Which is tough when you get up for work every day at 3 a.m.
The other day, I attended a movie premiere with him, for “Pirates.” It was Sunday morning, so I didn’t think to dress up. But there were Hugh Grant and Salma Hayek, all glammed up, smiling for the photographers on the red carpet. We scooted past them – I was not wearing my diamond tiara, so, um, NO, I did not wish to get in the line of fire.
Reminds me of an interesting plot twist in one of my novels. In SUCH DEVOTED SISTERS , I used an Oscar as a potential murder weapon. I had visited a producer once, and he let me fondle his Oscar. I discovered something interesting: Those suckers are HEAVY. Good for bludgeoning. So I guess you never know when those red carpet events will lead you to something useful, right?
