VIP

Last night, I was reminded on how sweet life is on the other side of the velvet rope. Days of our Lives actor, Darin Brooks hosted a VIP event at AREA, a very A-list club in West Hollywood. Darin was working with a sponsor to celebrate his Emmy-nomination for Best Younger Actor in a Daytime Series. When I pulled up to the club, there were already people in as little clothes as possible lining up outside the club, trying to get in. Meanwhile, I spotted the red carpet and was quickly ushered in by Darin's publicist. No lines, no cover, just an open door waiting for me, and about a dozen photographers taking pictures of anybody that appeared to be "somebody". Once inside, there was our table, a group of the young Hollywood up and up having a good time with bottles of Grey Goose at the table. I mingled a bit, danced a bit, and mingled some more. A few of the actors present happen to be guys I would be sitting with at next week's Daytime Emmys. It was a fun way to break the ice and get your name out there.

But, by the time I got home, I quickly realized why I am not a "club kid". From the very beginning, trying on a dozen outfits that just didn't look "right, wrestling to try new things with my hair, to actually taking the drive over the canyon to sit in heavy pimp-mobile traffic on La Cienega, to paying $20 to park my car, to getting into the club, the overpriced drinks and super loud music and cheesy come-ons by guys in cheesy open collar shirts and jackets, it was a bit too much sensory overload. I went because I was on a list and didn't have to face the humiliation of being just another girl trying to get into a club. I did have fun, but it's definitely a once every two month kind of thing. If that. 

It was very nice to be treated like VIP on a Friday night, but if I am ever really on that VIP list on a regular basis, I wonder how many times I have to oblige my VIP duties and show-up. Can't a VIP just sit at home and enjoy a DVD of "Out of Africa" with a little ice cream. Because, quite frankly, that was my other alternate plan if this party was a bust. 

Oh yeah, a good thing to remember... just because you pay $20 bucks for valet at the club, there is a big sign that reminds you that still doesn't mean you are getting in. You have to love Hollywood!