My Red Carpet Night

by Courtney Sirotin on October 13, 2012

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Every now and then you get invited to something fancy. That happened to me last night except I didn’t know it was fancy. Jay said, “We’re going to a VIP night at a steak house.” Which I interpreted as, “We’re going out to eat.” We got a babysitter, I donned my cleanest jeans, and we headed out for the night. The destination: Del Frisco’s Grille in Buckhead, Atlanta.

As we approached the venue and pulled up to the valet parking I took in the scene, turned to Jay and said, “Keep driving.”

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I’d decided there was no way I was getting out of the car because I would have been walking from the car and onto a red carpet.

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Dressed like this:

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(Jay tried to convince me his sneakers are dress shoes. No, Jay, those are sneakers.)

From my vantage point in the car I could see high heels, long legs and lots of sparkles. I could also smell the sweet sent of expensive perfumes (and steak). Had I known we were going to be walking a red carpet I would have loved to pretend to be fancy and put on a too short dress too, but I didn’t know so I didn’t want to get out of the car and feel frumpy. On the other hand, leaving would have been easy and I don’t do anything the easy way, so we stayed.

Truthfully, what really convinced me was this line from Jay: “We’re not leaving. We be ballin! We’re thousandaires!”

I held my head of flat hair high and proudly walked the red carpet with my thousandiare man.

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We were greeted by approximately fifteen gloriously dressed people on our way down the red carpet and into the restaurant. Each one had the task of relaying one tiny bit of information to us. One lady’s job was to stand at the start of the carpet and warn each person to watch his or her step. Another person was there to ask our name. A few were there just to smile reassuringly. Some offered us drinks. It seemed like the red carpet went on forever (and I was clenching my teeth the whole way, fighting the urge to apologize to each new person for my jeans). Finally, we spilled into the lobby of the restaurant.

At this point, I felt like this:

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Shell shock.

The wine helped.

Jason and I decided to embrace our otherness and make the most of the free food and drinks. As we dove into the appetizers he told me all about how he generally feels more comfortable in places where he’s dressed differently than everyone else. He prefers to be over or under dressed as opposed to appropriately dressed because he doesn’t like to feel like a “conformist”. He said, “If you are different than everyone else then you are not competing at any level; you are what you are.”

Here he is not putting on airs while sucking on a spare rib:

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(Hey, Jay, I’ve known you long enough to say with confidence that conformity is not something you need to worry about.)

At any rate, a couple of drinks and a slew of passed h’ordeuvres later, we were were having a blast!

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Actually, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but we were having a great time people watching.

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I enjoyed chatting with the sommelier who has an awesome moustache.

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Jay and I spotted a quiet corner of the room where some enjoyable ladies were making drinks on an ice sculpture. I felt like it was a scenario worth getting on video:

Oh! And then I noticed I had a stray iron supplement in my pocket from the last time I wore my jeans so I did something super cool and spontaneous…

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…and took it! I know, I know, I’m crazy.

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All jacked up on iron and strawberry cocktails we let loose and dallied with a heifer.

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Group shot!

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Suddenly, the whole place got really…red.

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I took a picture of Jay’s drink through rose-colored lenses.

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I thought it was a good shot but Jay said I need to improve my framing. I took his criticism and framed a second shot, which he liked better:

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And a third, as a message to Jay, which I think has great depth:

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When it was time to go we exited the restaurant and back onto the red carpet. There was a publicist there taking notes on everyone coming and going and Jay turned to her, pointed at me and said, “That is my wife, she has a very popular blog.”

I immediately started blushing as the photographer, not sure what to do, decided to play it safe and take my picture while the publicist scribbled my name and asked Jay, “What’s the name of her blog?”

To which he replied, “I Am A Mess dot com.”

Always. So. Fitting.

Anyway, here I am still blushing as we waited for our car:

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Speaking of cars, the valet left us a bottle of water. Score!

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And so, my fancy red carpet night that I didn’t know would have a red carpet ended with a fist bump,

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and this monstrosity. Enjoy.:

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

CAROL GLOSKI October 13, 2012 at 4:46 pm

OOPS!!!! Glad you turned it into a non-conformist event!!!! Sometimes it’s nice to be the strangers in town!!!


RUSS October 15, 2012 at 10:27 am

After seeing the guys shirt in Picture #9, you had Nothing to worry about.


ALANA October 16, 2012 at 9:20 am

It looks like you had an awesome time! 🙂


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