KZalan's Blog

Hey everyone. Hope all is well. When asked to assist in the planning of an upcoming industry party I gladly accepted. The party was to be set in Bel Air complete with a stage of recording artists performing and a mix of Hollywood-ites intermingling. Planning an event is almost like cooking a meal. You're supposed to look forward to the end product, which is usually great, but when you're involved in the step-by-step process, it somehow loses it's allure. You begin to see the work that goes behind it and suddenly it becomes not so great and glamourous. The person in charge of it all never lifted so much as a finger to help in the process and sent "assistants" aka ass kissers to speak to us when he had concerns. When we wanted to speak to him, we had to make appointments mind you in his own home where the party was to be thrown. I began to catch on after a while, numerous people coming in and out, "security" like personnel in the house, constant rap booming from the internal sound system, and a bunch of over-energized "assistants". I was planning a party for a drug cartel. What threw me over the edge was when we were asked to make a seperate section for the "buffet". It didn't include any food...

For fear of losing my life, I accepted the invitation and brought friends as reinforcement and made sure we all had working cell phones in the event we had to dial 911. I was uneasy the whole night. I felt like I'd be shot if I didn't appear to have fun and we were all afraid to get drunk in case we were to be dragged into a room and never to be heard from. The only thing that took a little pressure off was the fact that it was star-studded and filled with many of Hollywood's elite. Then I saw him, the a-hole who hired us to do the party shaking hands and saying hello to everyone and I suddenly didn't feel so bad for feeling the way I did. Everyone had that same look of nervousness and plastered fake smiles. Maybe we were all afraid and no one wanted to admit it. But it made me think how we'd rather pretend everything is ok then admit the truth which I'm certain everyone there knew about our party host. Everyone wants to live the glamourous like but no one wants to see the ugly side of it, and trust me, it's always there.