Thursday, July 9, 2009

Sometimes I'm Kind of a Big Deal.

In my previous post I mentioned a little thing I had to attend.   An important event, if you will. Wanna guess what it was all about?  Why did I feel the need to get gussied up?  Where did I go that required me to wear these sassy shoes?
OK, start guessing...was I:


*At Michael Jackson's funeral?  (In yellow slingbacks, no less.)


*Attending a private party with my close, personal friend?  You know the one.


*At a casting call for Lost's final season, which resumes filming next month in Hawaii?  Producers are looking for a thirty-ish southern belle to play an ex galpal of Sawyer.  In a flashback, of course.  Um, hi...that is so ME!


*Hobnobbing with entertainment industry insiders at a swank event filled with all manner of famous folk, musicians, supermodels, and the occasional 500 pound, tattoo-covered bouncer?   Man, I signed so many autographs that my Sharpie ran out of ink.  Sigh...

*Sitting in on a symposium with 200 other people, all begging the 5th dentist to reconsider his apathy for Trident?  (This "four out of five" deal has been going on far too long, people.)

*Networking at a job fair for the FBI?  You know they're looking to train stay-at-home mothers in field work...taking down drug cartels, meddling in European espionage, busting brothels.  It's all about the serious, covert operation, and who better to handle a brothel than a SAHM?  Oh...just so you know...Mama Kat may or may not have been with me at this particular job fair.
This may or may not be the result of being shunned by The Bureau.

*Learning to pole dance?  Mama Kat was with me, too.   She's so talented.


Anyone?  Anyone?
Take a wild guess.  I'll reveal the answer...the real answer, that is...in a bit.

Two things to note:

1. One of these scenarios is real...yes, I've embellished a bit.  But me and the yellow shoes did experience one of the above events.  
2.  A few of you know where I was on Monday night.  I know y'all won't be telling.  Because you fear me.  And love me, too.  



*Mourn with me that the above scenarios do not include a personal sighting/touching/drooling over my boyfriend.  Y'all...I don't even joke about possibly meeting my Jason.  But when I do have that moment, because it will happen, there will be no game playing in Lulaville.  No guessing, no beating around the bush.  Oh no, I'll be posting all about it.  For at least 2 weeks.  Ahem.




25 comments:

Lauren said...

I know! I know!

But I won't say.

But I will say I love you.

TattooedMinivanMom said...

I've no clue. They are all viable options.

I love that movie line. Do you also have leather bound books?

Mama Kat said...

Look how you love me! Just LOOK!!

Well I know which one it wasn't...because last night I was busy pushing drugs on the neighborhood street corner. By myself. So it couldn't have been that option...could it?

Wherever you were those yellow shoes were slammin and I know you were a hit.

Tammy Howard said...

I don't have a guess, but I can't wait to find out.

Whichever it was, it had to be fun in those WAY CA-UTE shoes!

Amy said...

I will go with the private party with your close, personal friend...

I would have broken my neck in those heels :)

Jen said...

I know but I won't say. Oh and I loved this post. Hilarious!

Angie's Spot said...

Ok, I'm very intrigued to know the story here! Those yellow heels are ferocious!

Live.Love.Eat said...

OK, first, I am so glad i just post recipes because I couldn't compete if I had to actually come up with creative posts like this.

2nd - I think you were pole dancing. I recall a post where you mentioned always wanting to try it & something about hoping your mama wouldn't be upset. And those shoes would be perfect for it. Runner up guess would be the hobknobbing with celebs.

THE Stephanie said...

I'm going for hobnobbing with celebs...

What is it, what is it????

CaraBee said...

This? Is why I love you. Pure fabulousness! And the shoes? To. die. for.

Now, my darling Lula, I want to see pictures of the whole outfit!!

LenaLoo said...

:) I think I am gonna go with one of the Mama Kat options... Cuz she seems to be starring in a couple of blogs lately :) And those yellow shoes? Hawt! 34 is def the new 21 :) (I am in the middle somewhere and I am completely devoid of fashion sense at the moment, I think it has something to do with all the second hand maternity clothes - I only have 4 pieces that are new from the store lol)

Carrie said...

Sometimes you're kind of a big deal? Um, no darlin'. You are ALWAYS a big deal!

I'm going with learning to pole dance. Because it sounds just like you--fun and a little skanky...

*snort*

Didja miss me?

Kristen said...

In the words of the Go-Go's my "lips are sealed."

Kim said...

I know where you were, who you were with and what you were doing? But those shoes would have been the death of my ankle and me!

Marrdy said...

Oh please don't tell me you had a hot date with Mama Kat!!! If you did I will be so sad I didn't get to stalk you both!!!

angie said...

You'd better spill the beans. Before my tears are all cried out for not knowing BEFORE hand. Sigh. :)

One Sassy Girl said...

I came across your blog randomly and now I'm dying to know what a stranger did the other night... or maybe I just covet your shoes. Guess I'll have to check back and see, but no fair on the cliff hangers, lady!

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valentine said...

srsly, what is that 5th dentists deal? what is he just too good for trident? LOL

Missy (Two Little Monkeys) said...

Love the shoes! Can you tell us where you bought these adorable shoes?
I am guessing a party with Paula but I am totally just throwing it out there.

Amy said...

I want to know too...
I would vote for pole dancing but those shoes don't look stripperish. They're too cute.
What???

Vicki said...

I knew I recognized those shoes. Man, I hated being forced to watch that MJ memorial while I was getting my vehicle registered, but now I'm glad I did. You're famous and I know you.

I know it wasn't the FBI deal, because I would have interviewed you...you know about us military wives right?

Gina said...

So, are you saying you were one of the idiots who made getting out of LA nearly impossible for me? Because, if all the freeways had not been SHUT DOWN for this idiocy, I would have made it home in 2 days instead of 3...
I may forgive you, but right now I'm still a little burnt that the guy could tie up an entire city- DEAD NO LESS!!!!

Melissa said...

I thought I saw those fabulous yellow shoes in row 14 at the funeral. If I had known you were there we could have had virgin (cough) margaritas at some sassy enchilada joint. I totally need to get on the texting bandwagon so this can be avoided at future celebrity funerals.

WhisperingWriter said...

I have no idea.

But the Lost bit excited me. I love that show.

Karen said...

Is she ever going to tell us?
And what size are those shoes? I sooo want those to add to my other hundred pairs!