Day 4 Thursday
OK…Daddy’s getting tired.
A dear friend is in town (Las Vegas, remember) for CES (Consumer Electronics Show—which, incidentally, no consumers are allowed into). I had agreed to do her hair for the red carpet event that evening.
We met and had lunch at the Public House at the Venetian and I told her all about my week. I was a bit wired. I had an iced coffee and I am not currently drinking coffee. WIRED! A little food and caffeine and I am ready for my last day in the trenches.
I have my kit with me—curling irons, brushes, hair spray. All we need to do is find a place to do her hair. This was a major problem. There was no time to take a cab back to either of our hotels and we could not find a place to do her hair. We had both arragned our schedules to meet and style, so I was going to make this happen!
We went up and down corridors looking for a plug-in, a quiet port in the storm to make this gal shine. No such luck. We were “eff-ed.
Then we met Sunny. The cutest, tiniest little woman who gave us a waiting area to use as a make shift salon. Sunny saved out asses. She brought us waters, made sure my plug in worked and was as nice as she could be. This lady was an asset to her organization. We could not believe our luck. Thanks, Sunny!
I did a cute, curly look to my gal. When she leaves the salon it is always flat-ironed so I can check her haircut. Since she has naturally curly hair, a flatiron makes sense. This was a hip, trendy event and she had some kick-ass high heels that called for hair that was turned up from her every day look. The look was a success! She was all trendy-hipster-high-heels-and-thick-glasses-look-at-me-I’m-Sandra-Dee-ready-to-go!
With a couple of air kisses hanging in the ether I jet down to Planet Hollywood to get Brittney ready for her talent performance. Tonight would be my final night with Miss Washington and my final night in Vegas. I miss my kids!
The plan for tonight was “half-up-half-down.” Easy enough. Yet again, the gals were about 20 minutes late and would be yanked out of the prep room at 6:15. Here hair looked really good and I made good use of my time. I am finally getting into the groove of this kooky atmosphere. What perfect timing for it, too…the last day! Before we all know it is 6:15 and the girls are called out of the prep room. A final spray for luck and POOF, its over.
What a week. What an experience.
I pack everything up and head to the airport to catch my 9 o’clock flight.
The biggest question I get was, “How was it?”
I’m afraid I let everyone down with my answer: “It was a business trip and I hate Vegas.
Which is, by my account, accurate. I won’t be doing this again. I learned a lot and gained some very valuable experience and, I got to go to Miss America and saw how that world works. I like to leave the party before it is over. Many times I leave too early, but I never want to be the last man standing. That’s not my style or who I am. End on a high note, then get the hell out.
Brittney did not make the top 15 and therefore had very little airtime. She did her best and felt great about the preliminaries. Brittney did was a top 3 talent finalist, so that is really great (she plays the violin quite well).
What’s next for Miss Washington 2011? She has a ton of appearances and obligations until July when her reign is over. After that? Let’s just say Brittney never fails to surprise me!