Last Tuesday I thought I was going to be going to the best, absolute coolest event for work. It was Bvlgari’s celebration of 130 years and I eagerly signed up for it expecting celebrities galore. Well what I got was cool but was more like a bunch of rich people. Turns out the private party was only for Bvlgari VIP members, and that doesn’t include celebrities. It was extremely cool to be in the closed off store with music, free champagne, and appetizers but I had such high hopes of seeing famous people that I was kind of bummed.
Just about every other intern that I work with has been to an event with celebrities, but some how I keep picking all the events with a bunch of rich people and no celebrities anywhere.
At this event I sort of just walked around the room awkwardly because I had no one to hang with and everyone was busy chatting with their friends. I think I confused people because they were probably thinking who is this young girl and why is she here alone? That was another thing, I was clearly the youngest person in the room, which I hated. I think the water here in NY makes you look older because I swear, even some of the kids that I know who are still in high school look older than me. What is the deal with that?! So I grabbed a glass of champagne to show people that I wasn’t 12 years old. To be honest though, I really just wanted a glass of champagne and in my head that was a good excuse.
It was the first time I had even been in the store and I must say it was extremely beautiful, and also that I’ll probably never go back in because I don’t have that kind of mula to spend. There were vases of white flowers on the display cases, thousands of dollars worth of gorgeous diamonds behind glass and soothing jazz music in the background. I made the best of my some what awkward situation by taking in all of my surroundings and people watching. Oh boy, was people watching fun.
The best person to watch was the one older woman, probably in her late 60s or so, who had so much plastic surgery that she could hardly move her face. Her face was tighter than my skinniest skinny jeans, her lips gave her a not-so-flattering Donald Duck look, and her boobs were so large and fake that I thought if I came too close and bumped into her one would pop. Of course I asked her if she wanted me to take her picture because I knew I’d have to share the sight with my friends and family. I will not post the picture on here for privacy purposes but just know it’s a great pic.
After an hour, and 200 pictures, I left the store and walked home and met up with Chelsea and Shannon, my roommates, who were in the area. I walked along the park for two miles until I made it back to my apartment. One of my favorite things about New York is all the walking that I do. It’s a good little work out that keeps me entertained the whole way.
As Chelsea and I walked in the apartment the strangest thing happened. Tulus, one of the doormen, stopped me dead in my tracks. He handed me his hat and said, “wear it, all the girls love it!”. Strange, I know… So I hesitantly put the hat on and tried very hard to hide my look of befuddlement, as Chelsea laughed her ass off. At that exact time more people than I have ever seen walked into the apartment, as I stood by the front door in my fancy black dress and doorman hat. I jokingly welcomed people to the apartment, but not all of them thought it was as funny as Chelsea and I thought it was.
Do you think I can pull off the doorman look?
Tulus came back from greeting everyone and went on a rampage about how the daughter of the Discovery channel loves to wear his hat and what not. He insisted that we take a picture together and when Chelsea’s phone died he excitedly suggested we use my big Canon camera, that happened to be draped over my shoulder. The elevator man, our friend Astrit, must have heard the commotion by the door and he came by to see what was going on. Then he too pulled out his cell phone and started taking pictures of Tulus and I.
After our short photo shoot Chelsea and I went up to the room and died of laughter as soon as we were in the privacy of our home.