Yesterday was the season 3 premiere of the fabulously provocative show, Mad Men. As a tribute to the show and the ever present main character, the great city of NY, Times Square brought out the big screens and put on a show for everyone willing to brave the crowds. Once I had gotten there it was proving to be more uncomfortable than exciting. I was hot and sticky, people kept walking in front of my view and they wouldn't let me enter the costume contest. Now I just felt stupid in my USO mini dress. I felt like screaming, "this was for Don Draper god dammit!" He's the kind of handsome that has us ladies with high hopes, and low self esteem doing anything for -- I would dress up like his mother and give him a good spanking (without even thinking about getting paid!) if that was what his heart desired. Anyway I digress, the situation escalated to the point where I knew in my heart of overblown self entitled hearts that I just would not be able to enjoy this show if I was not sitting in the VIP section. Thus I set about to make entry into that coveted cool dark triangle working as a temporary home for reality television celebrities. At this point I did not have a plan, I thought I would start with positive thoughts and a little eye making with the men who were carrying clip boards. Then I marched right up to the entry way, and simply ASKED IN A NICE VOICE if I could sit in VIP and bring my darling friend who is a huge fan and this would mean so much to her because she's also undergoing radiation and her dog just died. What do you know! It worked! I felt extremely proud of my wheeling and dealing skills at this moment, and I also felt my mojo coming back to me full throttle. That's right who can resist my charm, my charisma, my persistence! I also secured us some very nice fedora hats and some sparkling ginger ale. Another event won over proving to me that the Gods must really believe i deserve to be true VIP.
