Golden Globe Awards and After Party Stories of Glory

I paced up and down the street before the after party started. I was wearing my formal black suit and tie. I looked like I belonged there, but wasn’t sure if I had the courage and fortitude to do what I was about to try. People were lining up at the entrance. My heart palpitated as I jumped in line with the rest of the guests. I could feel my chest thumping. Sweat lined the inside of my shirt. I was glad that I had a coat on. I started a casual conversation with a couple standing next to me in order to blend in. When I finally got to the front, a large man with slicked back hair and a goatee asked me for my pass.

I knew he was going to ask me for something I didn’t have, but I also knew that there was a guest list; a backup just incase someone didn’t RSVP. Being armed with this knowledge, I told the man calmly that I hadn’t checked in yet, and just needed to go to the table. The security guard looked at me incredulously, but then agreed to escort me to the check in desk. I had reached the checkpoint. This was the proverbial point of no return. A bubbly blond greeted me. Two minutes later I got a wristband, and the rest of the night I spent my time with the cast of “The Office”, “30 Rock”, Jamie Foxx, Simon Cowell, and the list goes on and on.

With the Golden Globe Awards being celebrated tomorrow night in Hollywood, the parties also start. These parties are easily described as lavish, elegant, and definitely elitist. Either you’re a celebrity, know a celebrity, have a rich dad, are rich yourself, or you snuck in.

By the way, I do not condone party crashing. I would much rather be invited to the party, but seeing as this rarely happens for the majority of people who live in the Los Angeles area, crashing is a viable option. The lists of successful party crashers are few, but if you are successful you will have a great story to tell your friends at the next cocktail party. So to be successful, read the story above again. Analyze the key points, and decide if it’s worth it. In this situation I believe the old adage “No guts no glory” is appropriate, but what do I know?

For credibility, this is a picture I took after getting into the Governor's Ball.