The Red Carpet

I was recently invited to walk the red carpet for a new movie.  The invitation came from a wonderful PR man who is trying to help me with my documentary.  He has a soft spot for the homeless and I am very grateful to him.  I must say though that I am not the red carpet type and I dreaded the idea of worrying about what to wear and schmoozing.

I shouldn't have worried.  The red carpet turned out to be a square of red astro turf with a back drop that had sponsors names, or perhaps it was the name of the movie premiering, on it.  I went to the sign-in table and gave my name.  Then I was asked my company name.  I said I didn't have one and that I had been invited because I had just made a documentary.  The guy then wrote my name on an 8X10 piece of paper with "documentary filmmaker" underneath it.  This is when I felt like a phony.

So I waited in line with the cameras flashing and the boob jobs posing and tried to be as positive as I could remembering to keep my focus on the opportunity to talk about "Voices of the Homeless."

I was grateful for the evening.  I will never be worried about a Hollywood premiere again.  And since it was a slasher film I figured it would be OK if I skipped the after party.