Twas the night before the Oscars, and all through L.A. Actors were prepping for Hollywood's big day... Back in 2005, I had the pleasure of experiencing the Academy Awards up-close when I was a wrangler at the Governor's Ball, one of the biggest afterparties known to man. It was a paying gig I gladly took ( thanks to a hookup via the ever-fabulous Kathleen Newlove ) and remember as The Night I Nearly Tripped Oprah. Once I was relieved from my exhausting duty of guiding glamorous guests to their ornately designed tables where only half of the food was eaten ( Blasphemous! How dare they neglect the culinary crafts of Mr. Wolfgang Puck! ), I was able to walk around the huge ballroom above the Kodak Theater and take in my surroundings. The publicists were crazed, all attached to their cells, With hopes that those agents would go straight to hell... I was drawn to the outdoor entryway where there seemed to be hubbub of activity. Cameras were flashing. Well-dressed byst
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