Strike a Pose. I imagined what pose I would strike for the cameras as soon as I received my first movie premiere invite from Vogue. When supplied with the “+1″ status, I did what any glamourite would do and grabbed my phone out of my clutch, passed by tall-dark-and handsome mens’ numbers and quickly called one of my partners in crime. Glamourite Lauren is a seat-of-her-pants mover-and-shaker who could talk the talk and walk the red carpet with the best of them. As we got ready in my midtown apt, it was “Cocktail dress. Check. Heels. Check. Business Cards. Check.”

Though we weren’t made aware which movie premiere we were crashing that night, we hurried anxiously to the Hampton Jitney and were on our way when the night began at 18:00 EST.

The bus was packed with Hamptonites dressed in biz-casual, making their way back to their summer homes. We, on the other hand, were decked out in order to make a bee line for Vogue as soon as the autobus stopped in Wainscott, LI. A fabulous gay man named J was impressed with our Hamptons gear and told us we looked, you guessed it, fabulous. We preceeded to chat with J about his life as a well-off, unemployed 30-something and hit it off completely. He heard of our unassuming gameplan and gave us his card in case we needed to stay in poolhouse. “Wainscott!” the surprisingly-jolly jitney driver said. And we were off.

Two cigarettes later the cab arrived to take us to the A-list Star Room venue and 30 seconds later we were there. Though it appeared the premiere was only half a block from the jitney stop, we threw a few dollars at the taxi driver, thankful we didn’t have to walk it in 3″ heels.

“Katie +1″ and we were through the velvet rope. An immediate scan around the place determined we had been invited to the early release after party for the upcoming flick, “Step Up” starring some people whose names I didn’t recognize. Our trip around the multi-roomed space led us to one of the 3 bars where the Cointreau-sponsored event recommended Cointreau Cosmos. Twist my arm. Two cosmos and we were back on the prowl when we bumped into the host of the party, Carmen Electra. The crowd was immediately swept aside by her 3 bodyguards and the petite star was scurried towards the silent auction. We obviously followed.

In a pretense for being near the silent auction benefitting the Aniridia Foundation we started looking at what was being auctioned off and took a moment to decide if I’d rather win the walk-on in John Travolta’s Hairspray or have David Blaine come teach my kids magic for an hour. Given I am a horrible actress and the furthest thing from a parent, I declined (that and I’ve over drafted twice this month).

After filling ourselves with buffet food, Lauren used her gift of gab to get offered a job while mingling. DJ D-Nice began a skillfully spun 90s hip-hop with modern pop, making the dance floor more attractive for us to enter. We then hit the dance floor and in true movie style, we turned 6 dancers into 36 within just 20 minutes. There is no doubt that we started the party, but that’s a glamourite pre-req.

We sparked a conversation with the owner, Charles, and I was shocked to hear a British accent come out of Lauren as she told him she was from Johannesburg, S. Africa. I giggled and played along as all old buddies tend to do. The Star Room was transitioning by midnight with bottle service at half-moon booths and barely-legal girls dancing in short skirts on the seats. We’d seen this scene before. It’s called the time to call it a night.

With Vogue goody-bags, a bottle of Cointreau, and our heels in our hands, we headed back to Manhattan as premiere pros. The next morning we wondered if it was all a dream, until my family called to tell me they saw us on E! TV.

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