Ah...The Red Carpet Club...
My stress level has been shaved dramatically by the simple, yet incredibly cherished ability to upgrade the 16 hour Chicago to Beijing flight from a cramped center couch seat to the luxury of Business Class. This fortunate stroke of fortune, however, hasn't changed my prevailing thoughts that can be boiled down to these 6 basic words... "What the **** am I doing?"
The adventure begins. An early morning flight from Pittsburgh, has landed me here at the Chicago United Red Carpet Club. What awaits me almost 18 hours from now, has my head spinning. I didn't sleep last night, by both design, trying to readjust the internal body clock by forced sleep deprivation, and also by nerves that honestly left me in a state of panic. It was so bad in fact, that I watched multiple episodes of MTV's Parental Control from 2 am to just before the jolt of an alarm clock further alerted me to my lack of sleep. Trust me, normally the staged dramatic competition between Ashley's no-good dead beat boyfriend Jason's and two hand picked contenders for Ashley's lovely, yet ornately tattooed hand wouldn't hold my interest longer than trying to tell who's hotter, Ashley or her mom...(in this case, as it was with all 7 episodes....the mom, no question about it...)