A Night Of Stories

Last night I was working as an escort at the International Emmy Awards Gala. Last year I had fun doing it, so this year I offered my service as a "walker" for the presenters. I had a blast last night.
So, I was escorting around this entourage of French celebrities and rich people. My main guy was CEO of TF1 (like Fox in France), Patrick Le Lay. I was also taking care of Carole Bouquet, who's like the Meryl Streep of France.
I got to dress up really nicely to walk around with celebrities, eat luxury food, get free gifts, and have an open-bar after party and a very chic bar!
The agenda: Grab our talent on the red carpet and bring them over to the VIP Cocktail reception. After an hour, we had to escort them to their dinners where the meals were already set up. Our talents were all presenting, so we had to escort them from off the podium and into the Press Room, giving them at the end their gift bag for presenting.

Most of the other helpers seemed to be French! I swear, that culture is like my magnetic attraction or something! So I was talking a lot of French to some French film students. And that was really great!
I bonded a lot with the other volunteering escorts. We had a lot of fun with ourselves during the VIP Cocktail before the dinner, during dinner in the Press Room, and also while the awards ceremony continued. Jean-Claude and I were laughing loads during the press pictures. All of the winners were international, but the presenters were mostly American. That being said, the press showed to care little about the actual winners of the awards, but the presenters. We found this situation hilarious. Oh, by the way, it was a BBC sweep. Be surprised.
But us escorts were having a ball. And the French kids were having some interesting moments, which I was not surprised much, either. They were all really sweet people.

This is when I gloat. I met a lot of celebrities. Let me list: Al Gore, Robert De Niro, PeeWee Herman, Elmo (who, in fact, is a big black guy!!), Sam Waterson, and Gloria Reuben. Along with a few of my choice British actors.
Al Gore and I had two moments: once when I was taking a picture for one of the escorts, and the other one when I was walking and felt someone looking at me to find him smiling at me and saying hello (I of course smiled and replied).
PeeWee is a pretty nice guy, actually.
And Gloria is a sweetheart!

I took 2 gift bags. Al Gore left his behind, and I grabbed another one. Full of fabulous treats!
The after party was interesting. I was just there to dance, really. And dancing I did. But I faced problems quickly
with older (german?) men. So I grabbed Jean-Claude and a few French guys. And I met a nice girl named Jaya who I hung out with all night.
One of the guys we were hanging out with started massively hitting on me and trying to pull some extreme moves on me. So I went to the bathroom and escaped. I ended up leaving earlier than most but really late for me, and gave a few kisses to the Frenchies.