Occasionally I get to do something really glamorous for work, like go to LA "for the Grammys." The reality is quite a bit less glam when your informal title is "the List General" for the EMI Grammy after party. No, I didn't attend the Grammy ceremony, which is fine, because we didn't win big. However, if you wanted to party with Corinne Bailey Rae or the boys from OK Go after the telecast, you had to talk to me. By the end of the "ordeal" I had memorized nearly 2,000 names, decided that Terrence Howard is perhaps the most handsome man I've ever had the opportunity to meet, determined that I must have genius IQ to have worn sneakers with my tuxedo pants rather than a heel of any height and was bummed that I didn't have a chance to have one of the In 'n' Out burgers we had delivered to the party.
I was too busy "working the party" I didn't have time to take a single picture, plus it probably wouldn't have been 100% kosher. I did have the chance to take numerous shots from the glorious rooftop of the Capitol Records tower as I took smoke breaks between computer emergencies and disasters and bouts of hyperventilation in the pre-Grammy hours.
