Alright so, part 2.
This part of the story involves the very unfamiliar territory of "Daytime TV Stars". You know what I am doing during the day... and it does not involve watching any tv. None, zilch. I mean, maybe if a hurricane is coming I have on Weather Channel, I could recognize Jim Cantore at Wal-Mart... but other than that... no.
We leave the pool and get ready for the event. I took all 3 dresses that I had raced out to buy on Wednesday evening, and told dad to pick his favorite.
Coral with bow-thing wins.
I tried to do my own hair.
A classic low bun.
It looked like a turd, so I took it out.
I tried to get dad to help with my hair, mind you I had no bobby-pins, and a 1 ounce (airport safe) bottle of Pantene squirt hairspray... a recipe for disaster. Dad wouldn't even attempt to help, it's okay, he might have caused more problems.
I wore my hair in a ponytail to the Daytime Emmy Awards.
Elastic exposed. I was on the verge of a panic attack and it had to "work".
The car comes to pick us up at hotel, drives us to Kodak Theater, pulls right up at the front of the red carpet. Men in red jackets open the door and we look at each other.
I tell myself "be still little heart", "be cool", "don't be a total star-struck cheeseball", "smile", "stand up straight", "don't trip in your shoes that are already killing your feet"... and out of the car I step. 
I'm sure at this point I said "this is insane". It had been safe seconds earlier to take pictures inside the car (no one could see) so I had done so and this was the scene...
Once on the red carpet it became blatantly obvious that people on the red carpet were not taking pictures, they were having their picture taken.
So, I play by the rules. I tuck my camera in my little bag.
Really wishing I could have taken loads of pictures.
We laughed a lot.
At the point where the red carpet meets the steps to go up to the Kodak Theater I decided... it's okay to take a picture. So we stopped. And had our picture made:
It was about 100 degrees. Bright & sunny.
So up the stairs... hundreds of them.
Top of the stairs: security. My sexy uncomfortable shoes set off the alarm. Cute.
We get inside the theater.
There are famous people everywhere, I don't see famous people all that often where I come from.
{I did meet Chris Hansen a few weeks ago, you know To Catch a Predator}
We find our table, wine and appetizers... delightful people from dad's office.
Before the show starts, I (mother taught me well) run to the restroom.
Glass tile (Oceanside's "Beach Blonde" I believe) everywhere. Beautiful bathroom.
I'm washing my hands, and guess who walks in?
Ellen Degeneres.
Guess what? She speaks to me. She says "we're the only smart ones going before the show!"
For the first time in my life, I did not know what to say. I did not say a word.
So, I wash my hands again and am scolding myself: why didn't you reply, washing my hands, washing my hands, OCD hand-washer, am I seriously waiting for her to finish going to the bathroom?
I'm not that crazy, I didn't want to be 'that girl'. (I saved that for later in the evening.)
So I leave and go back to my seat.
The Awards ceremony didn't last long, this surprised me.
After the show we went to the Style Lounge, where some of the show was shot.
This is the part of the evening where "common folk" are forced to interact with "famous folk".
I bet none of you have a picture with Susan Lucci where you are making a horse face:
She made me laugh (she was as nice as she is pretty) and with dad behind the camera, this is how it turned out.*
Cute, right?
I think not.
She's tiny.
So, then in comes Aiden Turner.
Easy on the eyes, right?
British accent, even better.
He somehow managed to get gum all over himself. So, what's a nice girl do, but help him get that gum off.
He leaves. Someone random approaches me.
"Excuse me, are you Aiden's wife?"
Hilarious. "No, I'm Chance's wife." - she probably wondered who "Chance" was.
We take some pictures by the stage.
Then we go to the after party.
(Regis is a cute man, small and mighty, so talented.)
(Barbara Walters didn't look as old as I thought she would.)
(Ellen looks like she does on tv.)
Okay, after party. This is where "human-nature" and "playing it cool" didn't mix well.
We walk up to the ABC party with our tickets.
Dad is handing over tickets and I look up.
Who is that looking at me?
Bob Guiney, you know "Bachelor Bob".
For all you Bachelor lovers, I spoke on our behalf.
I said "Well, hello Bob Guiney!" (as if we were old pals, then I realized he was trying to figure out how he knew me... dear goodness, why did I say something?) so I proceed to say... "I just looooooovvvved you on the Bachelor!".
Like a star-struck teeny-bopper.
I could not believe my own ears.
He said "well thank you!" and shook my hand.
And then I ducked inside the party and filled my dad in on who "Bob Guiney" is.
I also managed to borrow someone's Emmy (I'm 100% certain this is was a faux pas, but you know - it might be my one and only awards show), and the awardee was so kind and generous, he even took our picture with his Emmy:
Did I mention the dessert:
I am going to have to retire this coral dress. I'll post this one in black & white. This was a good shot inside the theater.
And then we left on Saturday morning about 7am... and that was...
The End.
Thanks for the trip of a lifetime dad! I'm ready for the next adventure!!!
*-Dad's gonna wonder why I didn't post the picture of him with Susan Lucci, I didn't post it because it was sooo much better than mine... and he wouldn't retake mine - he claimed it was "classic".
