In case you ever wanted to know what the life of a party planner is like, read on. It is amazingly glamorous – NOT!
Yesterday was a day riddled with big events. Shocker, it’s June in LA. We were hired by one of the nicest families ever to do a birthday/graduation party for their daughter in San Marino, CA. With all of the recent Paris Hilton drama going down around here: the tearful plea for Mom, the slow speed chase through LA, Paris’ reincarceration, the guest of honor’s father had a great idea to hire a Paris Hilton look-a-like to appear at the event for an hour. Great idea!
After tracking down the best Paris Hilton look-a-like ever that had just appeared on Ryan Seacrest’s show the day before, we were sure this was a slam dunk. Help me Jesus, that was my first misconception. (Visit: http://www.tmz.com/2007/06/09/did-paris-party-last-night/ to see who we’re talking about.) “Paris” was supposed to arrive at the party before 8 for an 8pm appearance. Instead, at 7:36, I get a panicked call on my cell (no coverage of course at the party), from my little darling telling me that she was hopelessly lost and very stressed out. Stressed out as a fake Paris? How tough can life be?? By the time I realized I had a message on my phone, I called her back five minutes later; she was in better shape. Actually, she wasn’t far away.
So close, yet so far away. At 8;30, when there was still no sign of her, I called her again with a slightly sterner tone. Still “stressed”, she had decided to PULL OVER AND PARK on the side of the road. No, she did not tell us that she was waiting by the side of the road, she just pulled over and I guess waited for us to call and see where she was. She was very upset and needed someone to go and get her. People, there were 170 guests back at the ranch with a band, chiller machines, candy bars, the most beautiful sliced lamb available on earth waiting and somebody needed to go and fetch this freakin’ high maintenance-princess. Bitter, I obliged. If she didn’t show, I didn’t get paid.
I asked her what side of the street she was on (ie – Northwest, Southeast corner) and she replied “The right side.” Help. I just drove off in search of her, knowing that unlike some people, I would figure it out. There I found her, parked, lights on, challenged as could be. She followed me to the party, asked for her CASH up front, proceeded to knock back a stick of gum and enter the soiree. Thankfully, the host was happy, little bitty Princess Paris pulled it off and I actually did get paid. Unfortunatley, I’m going to have to check myself into the insane asylum today to try and examine my head and determine how I picked this career for myself!
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