There are two trends starting to emerge in the titles of my posts: “90210 style” and “Hollywood”. This one is definitely 90210 style.
I have to fess up. It’s Spring break & the kids and I are away for a week. So I thought I’d pull up an old story idea from our school’s Gala Event last month.
I posted a few pics on Instagram and references to the evening if you were following along at home.
The venue was stunning…Vibiana in Downtown LA. A former catholic church the designers had captured its essence and re-purposed it without fail. While the venue was stunning not many people venture downtown and I see why; it was a bit of a trek.pp
It was a fun night though, always interested in meeting the families from school–especially when you hit a jackpot and meet someone you’ve heard a bit (ok a lot) about.
One of the highlights of my night was seeing–and being at the same event as a mega-star A-lister & her spunky hubby. She looked truly stunning and was just “one of us”. I was a little disappointed Our English rocker wasn’t there but at the same time I wasn’t really expecting to see him. Of course part of the fun of the night for me was looking around the room to see who else you could spot that you didn’t already know were parents at the school (there were quite a few).
Apart from some of the jewels hanging off some of the very elegant women (yes I did look around for their bodyguards) the obvious thing to talk about was the amount of money raised.
As usual at many of these events when you’re trying to catch up with people it’s hard to hear what’s going on. They didn’t give us long to chat before the proceedings were underway. I don’t know how much the American Idol final tickets went for nor the Vegas package featuring tickets to Rod Stewart and Brittany Spears or the five-night New York “experience” featuring first-class accommodation donated by one of the families plus tickets to Dr Oz and Saturday Night Live and; The Late Show tickets.
They finally got my attention when a Golden Retriever puppy came out. I have to say I was a little shocked that a puppy gets auctioned off. Too often dogs are purchased by families giving no thought to the concept that a dog is for life. It’s a pretty big gamble that a family is going to want a dog let alone pay big bucks for it. But, it’s something they do every event so I guess the word spreads (but you still have to hope someone in the community is in the market for a dog). As it was there were rumours the highest bidders changed their mind and donated the money and the runners-up got the dog.
Anyway, the reason I bring up the auction is not really all about questioning the dog but to mention the biggest money spinner of them all: a private dinner with the headmaster. That’s right (??!) One dinner was available catered by the owners behind the fabulous “Lemonade” but three were sold for the grand total of … (are you ready?)
They made $39,600 from auctioning dinner with the headmaster. People were buzzing the week later with news of the money raised; people were questioning why on earth they’d need a private dinner with the headmaster or what they had to get off their chests to warrant the need to secure the winning bid.
Personally I think it was a donation–albeit a very large one. Two of the three families are Hollywood celebrities and I can’t imagine them needing to get too much off their chest. I think it was meant to be a nice gesture to make the headmaster feel popular and wanted. Might I add he is an extremely charismatic guy so I’m sure the dinner wouldn’t be boring.
It’s funny how all the amazing prizes and opportunities are put before us but the biggest winner is the simplest prize of all. A bit like life really; despite living among the rich and famous it’s the simple things that are still the best.
Apart from setting eyes on the big A-lister two surreal things happened to me that night that to make the night worthwhile. One was when a former Felicity co-star & I were waiting outside for our respective Ubers. I don’t know how the conversation started but it ended with me trying to get him to pronounce our surname with gusto in an Australian accent. It took at least 20 goes & we were cracking each other up (perhaps you had to be there).
The next was ending up at some actor’s house (I didn’t recognise him but I did get the ok to post a selfie & a pic of his view on Instagram) when we met up with Mr H’s workmates at an awards night after-party. Despite having no idea who he was like I said to him, who cares? he must’ve been doing all right thanks very much because his Hollywood Hills pad with views over Hollywood was pretty amazing. How do I land me that gig? I tried to see if he knew anyone who might sign up my Blog for a sitcom but I can’t remember what he said. (Besides I’m waiting for Chuck Lorre &/or some parents at school that are the creators of a mega-successful sitcom).
Yes I was smashed, yes we’d landed in Hollywood & yes we’d only just been to the Golden Globes after party but I never expected my simple normal life to have a chapter like this in it. So forgive me if I frequently have to re tell the story to make it seem real then pinch myself to make sure it isn’t a dream after all. I joked about stuff like that happening when we moved. It we never, ever expected half of those things to come true. Yet here we are.
I heart LA.
xx It Started In LA xx
PS: A little “where are they now?” Felicity trivia for you: