Covering the People’s Choice Awards red carpet last night was, I think, a form of purgatory. It was unlike any carpet experience I’ve had thus far, but why? For one, unbeknownst to me, I wouldn’t be reporting from the actual red carpet, but instead, from behind a four-foot wall in a small, bootleg room with a girl scout tent as the only thing keeping me from getting swept away in El Niño. This “room” was the one celebrities (who got out of their private cars to brave the storm) ran a marathon through after the red carpet to get inside the Microsoft Theater. So, you have an
aggressively curious pop culture lover hard-hitting entertainment journalist and Giuliana worshipper at arm’s length of celebs, but with a 99% success rate of interacting with their backs only. Like I said: purgatory.
Is this because I never texted my ex back? Or because I secretly hope Jailey will fail so I can win the Biebs? What gives, PCAs? Anyway, if I’ve learned anything in this cray industry, it’s that you need to roll with the punches the PCAs, Sharon Osbourne and elbow-throwing publicists will give you. And when life gives you lemons, you document on snapchat. Check out the vid below to see what red carpet life can really be like when you’re determined to not float away in a rare LA storm for the sake of celeb sightings.
See? If you thought you were the only ones living the peasant life, you’re not alone. Here’s to hoping next time I see more of Taylor Kinney than his shoulder, I can ask him a few questions about life and somehow convince him to leave Gaga for me. The hustle is real, my friends. The hustle is real.