Ahh, my life as an a young actress in LA. How exciting. The other night, I went out with my roommate to The LA Short Film Festival. It was a low key event. Jeans and a T type of night (for us anyway). We were waiting for our tickets, deep in "conversation", acting like we didn't notice who was around us (some good sightings here and there), and mostly acting like we belonged.

Then I heared a voice. "Excuse me. Maam?" I ignored him since I'm definitely not a "Maam" type. Again, he shouted: "Maam! Excuse me!" I turned to him quickly, caught like a deer in the headlights and realized that I AM the Maam he's yelling at from behind his black headset and clipboard. "Yeah?" I said as casually as I could. (At this point, I see that he must've been yelling for me long before I had realized. A crowd was staring.) "Please get off of the red carpet."

Hmmm. I looked down and realized that, yes... even though I was not in the gown I'd imagined, and I had my mouth shoved full of Good N Plenty (couldn't wait for the movie to start), and just a tip of my toe was actually ON it, I had FINALLY made it to the red carpet...And then I was immediately asked to get off of it.

Figures.