So last night myself and two close friends, Chris and Clare, crashed the Logies.
It was our 5th and probably last year doing so, and we had the greatest night.
This year we were more prepared than ever. We had made up Logies wrist bands in all colours, based on previous years, we knew the routes and the cover stories, we were oompaloompa'dly spray tanned and beautified, and ready to go.
However this time, we uncovered a major disaster.
Thanks to the recession (we presume) The channel 9 celebration room that was usually filled with delicious buffet meals, unlimited alcohol, luxurious couches, staff who walked around topping up your champagne, also a massive television screen to keep up to date with the happenings of the Logies, was gone. GONE.
That was the room that was the lead to the logies and the after party and it was GONE.
Not a person in site.
We freaked out and had to revert to our oldschool ways re-exploring our changed territory.
We didn't go as far as using fire escapes and sneaking through kitchens... again, we went back to where it used to be and sat down to strategise.
Two crown staff walked by, and we asked if they knew where the room had moved to (Completely in character of course) They made a phone call and told us where it was. We knew it was inaccessible to us without the passes we needed.
So I asked one of the ladies if she could take us there.
Chris and Clare freaked out, knowing she was going to take us to a place we weren't allowed, and where we'd be asked for our passes that we didn't have, (We couldn't use our fake ones yet because we hadn't seen anyone else's to pull out the correct colour), and we'd get kicked out.
We still played along because we couldn't back out now or that'd look suss too!
Luckily, the Crown lady took charge, taking us straight through two barriers of security by simply flashing her pass, and we were in.
We sat in the very... well shit new channel 9 celebrations room, which was foodless, soft drink bottles were the only drinks available and a tiny tiny TV screen similar to those the teachers would wheel in, in highschool to watch the Logies on. Hmf. This was all a bit crappy.
We wandered around a bit, during the commercials we popped our heads into the event, and then finally the Logies ended.
The best bit.
Finally canapes and open bar.
It was a great night after all.
The first time we went was 5 years ago, when four of us were down at Riverside skate park in skinny jeans and band t-shirts. We thought it'd be funny to go and see if we could see anyone we 'knew'.
It was fate that we went. I happened to recognize one of the security guards at the door! I asked him how we could get in. He said "Well I can't let you in... but if you were to go to level 2 and go down the stairs you may find another entry *nudge nudge*"
So off we went, and we walked right into the actual Logies ceremony in skinny jeans and band tshirts. Hilarious. Sure we were kicked out straight away. We were sent down the escalators where masses amounts of fans were waiting to cop a glimpse of the people they love on TV.
And then down we come.
We were nearly wetting ourselves.
For the following four years, we dolled up, and explored until we mastered the art of sneaking into the Logies. It was never ever as easy as the first time.
Especially this year.
Each year we got better, got further, found out more about the workings of crown, and the past two years have been our best. We couldn't have done better.
I have photos of my outfits from the past three years to share.
2007 Logies before we left home.
2008 Logies, outside the original celebrations room.
And then there's this year.
I wore a beautiful home made vintage gown.
I bought it for $3.60, and my boss at the costume shop tailored it to fit me perfectly. I'm so grateful, she did a dream job. It was nice to have her be apart of my excitement too!
I've never held or worn such a beautiful dress, the weight of it, the work gone into it, all the bead work, the gathering, and the shear amount of fabric in the gown is just... stunning. Apparently I look rather roman goddessy! I'll accept that!
My bag and necklace are borrowed from my boss! They're all vintage, and they match like they were designed for the dress.
Here are the photos from the 'night of nights'.
The three of us sneaky sneaks in the actual ceremony.
Yes... yes that's Drazic!
This was Chris's goal for the night, to meet Ruby Rose, and it came true.
He was a very happy boy.
And I'm leaving last my two most favorite meetings.
Both of whom I embarrassed myself infront of.
Dear dear me.
Dieter Brummer was there. Now Dieter Brummer was to me, like he was to thousands of other Primary school girls (kind of wrong really) their one true love.
If it wasn't Dieter, it was JTT's face who covered their school books and with I LOVE JTT/DIETER all over their pencil cases.
We were getting a photo with Kate Ritchy when I turned around and did a real life loud gasp.
I ignored Kate and pointed at Dieter and said Oh my gosh please please don't go anywhere I need to chat to you. (Already sounding like a psycho freak fan.. great.) My friend Clare was screwing up her nose thinking 'Wtf Trish, who is that creepy looking guy and why do you want a photo with him?'
So we finished with Kate, no follow up conversation was said, as I was in a rush. Clare went to jump in the photo with the anonymous stranger, and I scowled and firmly said 'JUST ME'
She then realised the importance. "OH MY GOD DIETER BRUMMER!!!" She withdrew and very excitedly took the photo for me. Somehow during that small time I had him within talking distance, I happened to blurt that I loved him in primary school.. loved.. and that I wished I was Angel, and how I had almost every TV HITS poster of him on my wall. Yep so he thought I was nuts. Maybe I am. I hang my head in shame.
And lastly, the other two people whom I embarrassed myself infront of.
I again gasped as I met Adrian and Gordon from my favorite show 'Collectors'
It was a bit hard to hear, but I do remember really trying to get across that I am opening my own collectibles/vintage shop, and how they're a great influence and have always wanted to meet them and pick their brains for knowledge.
Ok so not as bad as the Dieter Brummer experience, but I do remember being a little intense.
They were chatting with Kerri Armstrong (A well known Australian actress in comparison to the Collectors men) and I didn't give her a look. Whoops.
She took the photo of us all, and she said I looked like a beautiful Roman goddess, I said thankyou, and turned to Adrian and with a cheesy smile said "It's Vintage Couture!!" (which it's not, but I was trying to make out I was cool in the collectors world... oh dear.)
I thanked them and walked away a little bit giddy, but very very embarrassed.
It was an 'I carried a watermelon' incident.
Still very glad I met them.
And as we left, and walked down those escalators that we did the very first year in hysterics, we were waved at, clapped, and highfived by the people that lined the super long walkway to the exit. HILARIOUS.
And that was my Sunday night.
I really don't enjoy being orange.
I'm pastey proud.
However the best way to sneak into any event is, 'if you look the part, you are the part.' And orange is their part. Sigh.
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