Dear Anyone,
Last night I had the 'pleasure' of a free invitation to a party for a high profile ex-member of the biggest selling girl group (of all time apparently), and it was held at Mo*vida. Now for those not in the sociable know, Mo*vida is a night club that attracts celebs and stars, has a 'No Reality TV' people policy (which I think is SO funny!), and is constantly featured on the showbiz pages of newspapers with revellers falling out drunk, etc. RG and I went to collect our VIP wristbands beforehand, and arrived at the club a little after midnight. You could see the posers gathered already. The VIP section was a very small section, closed off by bouncers and rope, but of course we just flashed our red wristbands and were let in, and there were far far too many people in there. I mean fair enough I'm not really anything to do with The Star, but RG is styling a photoshoot with her on Sunday, and I was invited to the party by The Star's A&R manager, so I had a right to be there damn it.
Anyway the point of my post is: I have never seen so many wannabes in one place, at the same time, in my life! It was almost pathetic. Girls trying to beg friends with people who weren't actually anyone. It made me cringe. A relative of the A&R manager had the cheek to call us mere mortals.
"You mere mortals are going to have to stand further down there." Can you believe it? You're calling me and RG mere mortals, when I'm sure you don't even work in the media industry. Your brother does. Nobody knows you. I would have taken it as a joke, but he looked like he actually believed he was someone. So sad.
You know that people there (more than likely guys) were spending a whole month's salary on buying the most expensive champagne, just so the bartenders can walk through the club with sparklers on the bottle, in the hope that you look like some kind of loser baller. So sad. A lot of guys were standing facing The Star like they thought they could seduce her into thinking they were the man for her. Ha! You freakin wish my friend. There was also an embarassing PR chick, who must have arrived there at about 6pm just to secure her spot next to the area The Star would be sitting, who was dancing like a crackhead and trying to direct other people as to where they should be positioned. Word has it she's nearing 40. How sad. If only she could see how she looked. I'm sure she purposely went and got her hair done in a style to match The Star just so they had something to talk about. Watching her irritated me.
Being there made me realise that - 1) This is not my kind of place. It's not about having fun at all. It's about posing and trying to get noticed by people who you hope are paparazzi and will lead you to superficial fame. And - 2) This is actually some people's lives. This is what they live to do. A lot like Charley from this year's Big Brother. In fact - imagine her and everything she doesn't stand for. They just want to get noticed and have desperate men (hopefully) with money buy them drinks, and get them into similar clubs, so they can find other desperate men to do the same. It's really not my scene. The music was really good, but there was no eye-candy, and even if I saw the type of eye-candy I'm after, I'm certainly not his type. Those who know what I mean, know what I mean. I think I'll stick to being a nobody and go to places where dancing and having fun is the order of the day. I'll get "papped" by my friends and be "spotted" on Facebook.
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