Emmy Newbie Narrative
I am an Emmy “newbie”, but this was the 6th nomination for my brother, and would have been either the 2nd or 3rd win (it’s a long story). At the AMC pre-party, he drew the Magician card from the Tarot Card reader, and we were seated at table 525 (his birthdate is 5/25) – both, we thought, were good omens. The Golden Globes and Golden Reels all have company in his living room, but Ms. Emmy needed a friend. I was actually nervous for my brother. His casual Calhoun demeanor was hard to read.
The car arrived at 2:15. The 100 degree heat could have melted the borrowed emeralds around my neck - we asked our driver to crank up the air conditioning. Only in LA would the limo selection include candy, booze, water, gum and condoms. Seriously. We had water.
The clipboard peeps opened the door to our car when we arrived at the head of the line and told me “If you have a publicist, move to the left. If not, straight ahead”. There was no left or straight – it was a madhouse of stars, writers, sound mixers, casting directors, studio heads all rushing to get into the air conditioned Nokia theater. How the heck does Heidi Klum look cool in that heat? At least the mass of photographers were under makeshift umbrellas. I tried to look nonchalant as hoards of familiar TV faces jostled us, and walked by. Laverne Cox, from Orange Is The New Black, was right in front of us and looked absolutely stunning. I told her she looked beautiful and she was quite gracious.
The line for a cocktail (yes, at 3:30 in the afternoon) was too long, so we made our way into the theater, stopping every few feet to say hello to someone, introduce his sister, and re-introduce his son, Max, the networking king!
We had great seats – surrounded by other nominees and famous faces. As the clock ticked closer to 4 PM, the announcer’s voice instructing attendees to enter the theater and take their seats became more agitated and every few minutes, her voice notched up - phrases like “sit your booties down in the seat now” we thought would be followed by “goddamn it, sit down now or be banned from the theater”.
The awards categories came fast and furious and about a third of the way in, my brother grabbed my hand and said “here we go”. When the nominees were announced, the entire Breaking Bad crew hooted and hollered. But he didn’t win. I was more disappointed than he, but as the night wore on, I realized that his stature as a foley artist and the respect his co-workers and the industry has for him was more important. Not trite, but a fact. Proud sister.
So we had another 2 ½ hours of obscure awards to sit through – I exited to use the restroom – it seemed like every stall was back in the 70’s with sounds of inhaling white stuff, and half the audience was milling around the lobby drinking. Think they ran out of seat fillers. After downing a quick gin and tonic, I started back to the theater – Jon Voight told me I looked beautiful – he looked old and lost. An award winner came out of the theater with his Emmy in hand while his wife was screaming “f—k you, asshole” at him. Talk about killing the moment!
Walked over to the Governor’s Ball (the Baby Ball) around 7:45 – what a scene of laser lights, music, cocktail bars, gorgeous set tables with flowers, numbers and lists of every attendee and their table number – I stalked James Lipton (he had already left), Tim Gunn and Heidi Klum, said hi to Tate Donovan, chatted with Vince Gilligan and watched my nephew come back to the table with every business card he set out to get.
Our last act, while waiting for our RTR limo (Ready to Roll), was to help a very, very well known actor stagger into his limo – hope he took some aspirin.
Not going with my brother and nephew to the “real Emmys” or the AMC after party, but they are. Check back after next Monday!