The energy on the carpet was high as attendees in extravagant attire
craned their necks to see who was in close proximity.
The long tent, carpeted in purple, a shade associated with royalty,
was outfitted with ceiling fans in an effort to keep Emmy goers from passing out.
Unfortunately, few blades circulating hot air were no defense against the sticky 90 degree heat.
I tried to stay cool, or at least appear that way, as sweat slid down by body
and I wished a radiant PWB good luck.
She didn't need it.
Her statues were already in the bag.
Like the 405 at 5pm, we slowly inched towards the auditorium.
Cordoned off areas on the right side of the aisle were designated for celebrity press interviews.
On the left side facing the street were rectangular cut outs in the fake green hedges,
like kitchen picture windows,
looking onto a sea of fans observing the spectacle.
I felt like a zoo animal in an ersatz habit.
It took us an hour to finally get indoors
to a jammed pack lobby with an hour wait for hot dogs, soft pretzels and m&ms.
A three hour show with no wins for our team
was followed by a night of star studded parties.
My growling stomach and parched throat
enjoyed a fresh juice cocktail,
lobster rolls and shrimp dumplings
before shimmying on the dance floor.
After ten hours in 4 inch heels, false eyelashes and contacts
my body ached for the comfort of PJs and cool sheets.
This Cinderella needed to retire.
