Oh six hours in stilettos to be screamed at in an Irish accent. Was it worth it? Tonight I went to the Atlantic Council’s star-studded awards. Both Bill Clinton and Bono were being honored so there was a packed house, a zillion politicos, and dozens of handlers who shoot flames at you if you look at their choice famous person the wrong way.
I was there filming for Washington Life television, which means I get to accost every recognizable person and try to get them to chat with me on camera. I tried to get Bono about 50 times. And while his handlers let me talk to the man with a lot of heart and bejeweled sunglasses, they wouldn’t let us film anything. Every time my camera guy would start, they would go insane, protest in their Irish accents, and wave four-leaf clovers. “Nooou, nooou, nooou!”
Luckily, Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski were there and super duper nice. Joe talked to me on camera for a while and afterwards Mika and I gabbed about marathoning. She has a super slamming bod and definitely looks like she runs 100 miles a day. They were really normal and really really nice. While this is something I always appreciate in well-known people, I appreciate it even more when I am trying to get someone on camera.
So sadly, there will be no footage of me interviewing Bono, but I think my camera guy did get me begging his Irish entourage, which might be more entertaining. Nothing makes good reality TV like getting kicked to the curb. Bono, shmono. Thanks Morning Joe for not having scary handlers and being sweet as pie.