Coffee is my lifeblood, and my ankles have a lot in common with Clydesdales.
So when I was invited to join 24 other bloggers for a press event hosted by Disney, Marvel and DreamWorks in L.A. to conduct six celebrity interviews, walk two red carpet premieres in honor of Thor and Delivery Man, attend screenings at Walt Disney Studios and Disney Toon Studios, and make a quick stop at Disneyland for pixie-dusted magic en masse, there was a moment of elated panic, mainly because I have too many yoga pants and not one single cocktail dress.
I decided to approach the whole thing as a holiday. A new one set in a magical land where there are no children and even the airports get facelifts. And sure, there would be a lot — a LOT — of work involved in terms of reporting and researching and generally writing all the words after the fact, but being offered the opportunity to work hard and play even harder while hobnobbing with some of Hollywood’s most talented peoples?
Then I thought three things in this exact order:
1) Tom Hiddleston. This could be epic.
2) Vince Vaughn. ER-MAH-GERD.
3) I should probably go shopping for dresses (gah) and then get shoes (ooo, shoes) and get my hair cut because I went all Ginnifer Goodwin thinking it would look way cute on me and it OF COURSE looks way better on her and obviously a pedicure has to happen and maybe one of those manicures where they stick your hands in the thing with the ions and I think Winter broke all my makeup when she dropped it on the floor the other day and William’s going to want me to bring him a souvenir and I don’t think a lock of Chris Hemsworth’s Thoriffic hair counts …
My mind is a weird, somewhat sexy, run-on kind of place.
Still, I ended up stemming my stream of consciousness long enough to find a jumpsuit (my first), gorgeous stacked heels and flats with trendy metallic ankle straps, a dress that didn’t look like it belonged on a figure skater or a teenager (which took for-FRIGGIN-ever), and real jewelry that wasn’t made using floss from the bathroom.
I exchanged witty banter with stars at after-parties (turns out they’re a real thing and not just made up like I thought), asked intelligent interview questions, got myself into my Spanx without having to call the front desk for help (yes, I’ve had to be rescued before), and don’t remember mentioning anyone’s poop or cuppies during any of my conversations.
Sure, I missed my kidlets and their little skinny-armed bear hugs, but it became very clear to me on the red-eye home that this trip had been needed. It reminded me that I’m still valued in the grown-up world, and it was nice. As was the impromptu kiss on the cheek Vince Vaughn gave me. We won’t talk about the part when I accidentally tripped over Chris Hemsworth’s foot.
Take a look at how the whole thing went down. The trip, not the tripping:
Photo credits: Pilar Clark, Jenn’s Blah Blah Blog (featured image and corresponding Disney Story image only)
Travelhound Pilar wouldn’t mind being at Walt Disney World eating the ears off a Mickey ice cream bar right about now. But, since she can’t be at her “second home” year round, she curates happy thoughts on Disney Social Media Magic, a virtual springboard where breaking news and other Disneyfied thingamabobs are shared. For more mouse-minded geekery, join Pilar on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram and personal site, One Mom Media.