Chuuuch!
Last night's series of events I must say came as quite a surprise. After work, thinking that I was merely going to leave my office to meet my business partner, the next best leading actress in Hollywood, Leah Janell for a quick meeting about our upcoming event during the NFL Draft Weekend (which I must admit is kind of a big deal), I wind up in front of the St. Regis Hotel where I attempt to drop Miss L. Janell off for her dinner date. Mid sentence, Leah gasps. I turn around, the background blurs, everything slows down, sound gets drawn out by the loud ringing of silence, and then a light shines on this very handsome, squeaky clean, dressed to impress gentleman. 
Who knew she was going to dinner with the #1 publicist, eat your hearts out ladies and gentlemen, BJ COLEMAN. I have met Mr. Coleman previously at a small gathering, but naturally I had to reintroduce myself. What can I say? The man is busy. After our hellos, I begin my grand exit when BJ says after my initial declination of becoming the third wheel, "So what, we're not good enough for you to join us? I mean it IS okay... we'll manage." What do I do? Do I once again respectfully decline and ruin all chances of BJ Coleman actually remembering who I am? I look down at my horribly constructed outfit. What was I thinking?! Oh yea, I wasn't because this morning when I woke up late, jumped out of bed, tripped over the mountain of laundry I put in front of me to force me not to forget that tonight is laundry night, I was faced with NOTHING TO WEAR! I figured he's already given me the up and down, there's nothing I can hide now. I suck up my pride of feeling intrusive and very under dressed, and follow the duo into the St. Regis.
Then the sweat started pouring. What do I say, how do i act? I have no idea what to expect....
So the first question was asked. "So what do you do?" My response is simple. I'm in fashion. I work for Lafayette 148, the Womens Bridge Clothing sold in high end department stores and select specialty stores, with the title of Assistant to the VP of Sales. WRONG! Apparently I failed test number one, because BJ quickly corrected me and said "So you're in SALES." The end.
Just kidding, oh there's more. The night progresses with insinuations of eating disorders, recreational falacio, and a blatant lack of commitment and dedication on my part. And just when I thought the lashes would get worse... the check comes, the storm parts and there are distant rays of sunlight peaking from the distance.
I think I survived. I get up smile and thank Mr. Coleman for his hospitality. The duo plan out the rest of their night of party appearances with starlette Rihanna, I insist on trucking it back up to the upper upper east side of town..good ole Harlem. Eating at the Regis in rags is one thing, but to be in the midst of other not-so-starving (well monetarily at least) celebrities in the retched state I was in was just out of the question.
After promises of meeting again, which I do look forward to because I WILL be more prepared, and two cheek kisses later. I'm in the back of my yellow cab trying to figure out what just happened. And after much thought I've come to a few conclusions and this brings me to RULE #2 Never leave you're house looking average. You never know who you'll bump into. Secondly, Shyah (BJ's fabulous assistant and my friend first and foremost -couldn't ask for a better one) was right, BJ always has a lesson to give in everything that he says. At the time it may have felt like I was thrown to the lions, but in the end he was showing me that I need to toughen up to remain in this industry...and maybe loose some pounds.
Who knew she was going to dinner with the #1 publicist, eat your hearts out ladies and gentlemen, BJ COLEMAN. I have met Mr. Coleman previously at a small gathering, but naturally I had to reintroduce myself. What can I say? The man is busy. After our hellos, I begin my grand exit when BJ says after my initial declination of becoming the third wheel, "So what, we're not good enough for you to join us? I mean it IS okay... we'll manage." What do I do? Do I once again respectfully decline and ruin all chances of BJ Coleman actually remembering who I am? I look down at my horribly constructed outfit. What was I thinking?! Oh yea, I wasn't because this morning when I woke up late, jumped out of bed, tripped over the mountain of laundry I put in front of me to force me not to forget that tonight is laundry night, I was faced with NOTHING TO WEAR! I figured he's already given me the up and down, there's nothing I can hide now. I suck up my pride of feeling intrusive and very under dressed, and follow the duo into the St. Regis.
Then the sweat started pouring. What do I say, how do i act? I have no idea what to expect....
So the first question was asked. "So what do you do?" My response is simple. I'm in fashion. I work for Lafayette 148, the Womens Bridge Clothing sold in high end department stores and select specialty stores, with the title of Assistant to the VP of Sales. WRONG! Apparently I failed test number one, because BJ quickly corrected me and said "So you're in SALES." The end.
Just kidding, oh there's more. The night progresses with insinuations of eating disorders, recreational falacio, and a blatant lack of commitment and dedication on my part. And just when I thought the lashes would get worse... the check comes, the storm parts and there are distant rays of sunlight peaking from the distance.
I think I survived. I get up smile and thank Mr. Coleman for his hospitality. The duo plan out the rest of their night of party appearances with starlette Rihanna, I insist on trucking it back up to the upper upper east side of town..good ole Harlem. Eating at the Regis in rags is one thing, but to be in the midst of other not-so-starving (well monetarily at least) celebrities in the retched state I was in was just out of the question.
After promises of meeting again, which I do look forward to because I WILL be more prepared, and two cheek kisses later. I'm in the back of my yellow cab trying to figure out what just happened. And after much thought I've come to a few conclusions and this brings me to RULE #2 Never leave you're house looking average. You never know who you'll bump into. Secondly, Shyah (BJ's fabulous assistant and my friend first and foremost -couldn't ask for a better one) was right, BJ always has a lesson to give in everything that he says. At the time it may have felt like I was thrown to the lions, but in the end he was showing me that I need to toughen up to remain in this industry...and maybe loose some pounds.
......Now that's Chuuuch
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