On October 31, 2018, I, a mere mortal, attended Heidi Klum’s annual Halloween party.
As a journalist who doesn’t also have a modeling contract or studio production deal, my evening began on the red carpet — and not the fun side.
My fellow reporters and I waited for hours for a costume-clad A-lister to deign to speak with us — few did, one publicist even told our cold and sober row that their client wouldn’t be doing interviews because, “they just want to have fun tonight.” Journalists hate fun, so we couldn’t relate.
The early evening moved with a similar flow until around 10 p.m. when we were told to angle out from the carpet — Heidi was arriving. You know that moment during the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade when Santa comes through on his sleigh and the moderators freak tf out? It was like that, multiplied by 10, set to a seemingly endless loop of Smash Mouth.