melli@melliinc.com
I LOVE Halloween. I find the ghost stories captivating. I like the legends, the intrigue, and the probability (rather than the otherwise typical "possibility") that something magic could happen. I make a wish at midnight on the thirtieth, and then the following midnight I do the same.
This Halloween, we began with what's become, our tradition. My sister and brother-in-law took my boys to the pumpkin patch. A few days after they come back and we carve pumpkins...99% of the time it's my sister and I...which we love because it gives us "us" time. So then, this year was a little different. I had no idea how much so, until Later Friday night. My friend was going to a place in Hollywood with a small group of people. I offered to lend her and another girl (that's become a friend now too) some jewelry for fun. I also offered to do their make-up. That's something fun for me. I've always loved getting people ready...even just to go to the market! Putting a smile on their face, making them feel good inside about how they look outside is very cool. It happens that neither of these girls needs any help in the department of beauty... it also happens that both are my friends and were going to humor me by letting me help.
So, Friday night, I get a text ~ not un-common. BUT...what she said to me was one of those totally superficial, completely and shamelessly, ridiculously exciting things that makes people want to do a cartwheel. Difference being, I actually will in fact do them. So I'm silently bouncing in my cartwheels down the hallway so that I don't wake the boys, or my husband, or the neighboring town for that matter. I was completely stoked out of my mind. She texted me to see if I'd go with her on Saturday night. So ok, I got invited to go out in Hollywood with one of my most favorite people...I'm almost a hundred percent certain that she's secretly an angel. Not only that, but it's in a limo, and how cool is this? Pauley P from NCIS is the hostess! Well holy shit.
I was so excited...until Angela said "costume required"...I died...then I revived myself, and decided ok...I got this. The ONLY hat that I can wear that isn't a beanie, is a witch hat. Boom. I'll grab a capey thingy somewhere, a hat from the grocery store, and I'm done. Ok so this is me, I'm a girl...I got three dresses, two capes and two head pieces...got home, pulled three more dresses, and two more completely different options out...and transformed myself into this kind of "Gypsy/Witch/Funky?Hollywood?Fortune-Teller. It worked. It was so fun to dress up. Squeezing in the limo was interesting... like being in high school again...
The ONLY stupid issue was the norm for me, I got dizzy. Still struggling with the car accident...getting better though. So most of the night...into the early morning the room, or my head, were spinning.
It's wild to meet one of your favorite celebrities. Even seeing them across a room is cool. Being their guest, VIP guest, at a party with people that are actually your friends? Wow. AND when the famous person suddenly becomes a real person it's spectacular. Ok, she's tall, and thin and beautiful, and she has that "Magic of Hollywood" Sparkle...but she is truly a sweetheart. She's respectful and courteous of others, and it was a little surreal. There's actually security guards, and a velvet rope and I was on the side that I secretly have always wanted to be on. It didn't feel wrong, or strange...it was just fun to be there...and to see my friends having fun.
Around three AM I think, it seemed time to go home. So I hugged my friends, and I sorta waved a cool "Thank You Bye" to Pauley. But she insisted on taking me literally, by the hand, and walking me with a security guard, back to the limo, and made sure he knew where he was taking me. It was amazing.
A VIP, with a real VIP, my friends, and in a very cool place in Hollywood...how many times have I said Hollywood? Yes, always it's in my dreams. Anyway, I don't drink...I'll go all out on Shirley Temples, but that's it. So assuming my memory doesn't mess up, I have the capacity to remember everything. And I remember my friends and I having fun. I met a bunch of people...all so nice...and one of them, Ginger Coyote who began what is now PunkGlobe.com She was very awesome, and took a liking I think to my jewelry. Angela was wearing a bunch, I was wearing a bunch, and somebody told her that Pauley had worn a piece on the show. So I'm making her something, and she's doing a little write up on me...which will hopefully grab people's attention.
It's been stated so many times, but in truth, I want to be successful so that I can be happy inside...and make the world smile. First of course, come my guys...and then every charity that catches even the corner of my eye. ;)
Picture time loves...
I LOVE Halloween. I find the ghost stories captivating. I like the legends, the intrigue, and the probability (rather than the otherwise typical "possibility") that something magic could happen. I make a wish at midnight on the thirtieth, and then the following midnight I do the same.
This Halloween, we began with what's become, our tradition. My sister and brother-in-law took my boys to the pumpkin patch. A few days after they come back and we carve pumpkins...99% of the time it's my sister and I...which we love because it gives us "us" time. So then, this year was a little different. I had no idea how much so, until Later Friday night. My friend was going to a place in Hollywood with a small group of people. I offered to lend her and another girl (that's become a friend now too) some jewelry for fun. I also offered to do their make-up. That's something fun for me. I've always loved getting people ready...even just to go to the market! Putting a smile on their face, making them feel good inside about how they look outside is very cool. It happens that neither of these girls needs any help in the department of beauty... it also happens that both are my friends and were going to humor me by letting me help.
So, Friday night, I get a text ~ not un-common. BUT...what she said to me was one of those totally superficial, completely and shamelessly, ridiculously exciting things that makes people want to do a cartwheel. Difference being, I actually will in fact do them. So I'm silently bouncing in my cartwheels down the hallway so that I don't wake the boys, or my husband, or the neighboring town for that matter. I was completely stoked out of my mind. She texted me to see if I'd go with her on Saturday night. So ok, I got invited to go out in Hollywood with one of my most favorite people...I'm almost a hundred percent certain that she's secretly an angel. Not only that, but it's in a limo, and how cool is this? Pauley P from NCIS is the hostess! Well holy shit.
I was so excited...until Angela said "costume required"...I died...then I revived myself, and decided ok...I got this. The ONLY hat that I can wear that isn't a beanie, is a witch hat. Boom. I'll grab a capey thingy somewhere, a hat from the grocery store, and I'm done. Ok so this is me, I'm a girl...I got three dresses, two capes and two head pieces...got home, pulled three more dresses, and two more completely different options out...and transformed myself into this kind of "Gypsy/Witch/Funky?Hollywood?Fortune-Teller. It worked. It was so fun to dress up. Squeezing in the limo was interesting... like being in high school again...
The ONLY stupid issue was the norm for me, I got dizzy. Still struggling with the car accident...getting better though. So most of the night...into the early morning the room, or my head, were spinning.
It's wild to meet one of your favorite celebrities. Even seeing them across a room is cool. Being their guest, VIP guest, at a party with people that are actually your friends? Wow. AND when the famous person suddenly becomes a real person it's spectacular. Ok, she's tall, and thin and beautiful, and she has that "Magic of Hollywood" Sparkle...but she is truly a sweetheart. She's respectful and courteous of others, and it was a little surreal. There's actually security guards, and a velvet rope and I was on the side that I secretly have always wanted to be on. It didn't feel wrong, or strange...it was just fun to be there...and to see my friends having fun.
Around three AM I think, it seemed time to go home. So I hugged my friends, and I sorta waved a cool "Thank You Bye" to Pauley. But she insisted on taking me literally, by the hand, and walking me with a security guard, back to the limo, and made sure he knew where he was taking me. It was amazing.
A VIP, with a real VIP, my friends, and in a very cool place in Hollywood...how many times have I said Hollywood? Yes, always it's in my dreams. Anyway, I don't drink...I'll go all out on Shirley Temples, but that's it. So assuming my memory doesn't mess up, I have the capacity to remember everything. And I remember my friends and I having fun. I met a bunch of people...all so nice...and one of them, Ginger Coyote who began what is now PunkGlobe.com She was very awesome, and took a liking I think to my jewelry. Angela was wearing a bunch, I was wearing a bunch, and somebody told her that Pauley had worn a piece on the show. So I'm making her something, and she's doing a little write up on me...which will hopefully grab people's attention.
It's been stated so many times, but in truth, I want to be successful so that I can be happy inside...and make the world smile. First of course, come my guys...and then every charity that catches even the corner of my eye. ;)
Picture time loves...
Pauley Perrette & I
Angela & Maggie
Yours Truly
Angela & I
Ginger Coyote (& Pauley in the background).
Maggie & Angela
Yours truly.
Pauley P
The graceful bust of Angela
Yes...my head-piece.
And the (gag...) base metal ridiculousness I put together to go with my Pearls. ;)
QUITE KINDLY YOURS, Mell
