Apparently the ‘red carpet’ isn’t as big of a deal as the Oscars and E! might lead one to believe.
To be fair – this was a festival/premier/exhibition for some GI (yes, as in ‘the military’) film, but I saw no black limos, no press or paparazzi clamoring for space to accost the non-stars who were not in attendance.
The lack of scene (like the picture) seemed kind of sad. Earlier in the day, we helped direct an Iwo Jima survivor/veteran make his way to the Carnegie Institute, which we figured he was traveling there probably for this event. The poor guy was so nice, but could not figure out why the 1800 block of P St didn’t have an address of 1500. Honestly, I don’t think he could distinguish between an 8 and a 5. But sometimes I can’t either.
He wanted to walk and not take a cab – which we offered to hail for him. I’m wondering how he made it up those steps. Or if.
The best that can be said is that none of the attendees had to encounter a Ryan Secrest or Star Jones. That would have been the biggest insult to our veterans.
Song by: Irene Cara