Jun 05, 2003 12:11
The lovely Lydia Morgan has already given a pretty good summary, I totally agree that the most fun I had all night was probably was I was doing silly dancing with my friends, much more exciting than talking to b-list grumpy rockstars!
Amber and I had the job of escorting said rockstars onto the podium to collect their awards. Trouble is, said rockstars didnt seem to realise that this was our job, most of them just looked at us like we were insane, I think they thought we were just a pair of mad groupies following them down the stairs.
Anyway,(I'm going to do the same thing as Lydia here!), throughout the night I found myself becoming increasingly obsessed with a certain someone who is the singer in a certain band. What's weird is that previously to this, for about the last year, I have hated this man and his band and have been conducting a campaign of terror against them. So I was quite surprised to find the drunker I got, the more appealing he was starting to look!
Anyway, after an evening's worth of eye-contact later, he spoke to me at the end of the night and I fell off my stool-cool,huh?!
But I texted him yest, he's flying back to L.A today, but wanted me to go to hotel for 'a drink' last night. No way! I wouldn't have minded meeting hium for a drink somewhere social, but I am not going to be someone's dial-a-groupie. So I sent him a text saying I couldnt make it, and maybe I'd see him in L.A, and he texted me back his L.A number, and said to call when I get there. We'll see...