May 03, 2010

It pays to be a bad@$$

My sister and I apparently have faces that are so memorable that people who haven't even seen them remember them.

Saturday night we were going to try to sneak into an after party that we definitely weren't invited to.

We had an extensive plan in place, involving a faux marriage and some alternate ethnicities.

I get super duper nervous in situations when I could get in trouble, so my heart rate was skyrocketing upon arrival. But I managed to play it cool, approach the bouncer, and cower behind my sister in fear.

The bouncer took one look at us and said, "Oh I remember y'all, you can go back in."

I was in shock. It seems that all you have to do to get into exclusive parties is just get really dressed up and look like you belong.

I'll have to keep that in mind when I try to get into the Academy Awards next year.

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