Beware the Release Form. Part Deux : Heidi’s Tale From the LA Underground

Beware the Release Form Part Deux

Name: Heidi

Occupation: administrative associate

Location/Neighborhood: Santa Monica

Favorite Spot in LA: Hinano

I have driven a Ferrari 100 miles down Santa Monica Blvd, had drinks with a few celebrities over the years, have been hollered at while walking down rodeo drive in Fendi pumps, and often find myself dancing on the stage at clubs. But my most memorable experience in LA has definitely been accidently getting myself trapped in an E! Reality show party with what felt like dozens of cameras following me around.

It all started with many, many drinks at the Bungalow and somehow ending up at a very elite table where it appeared like no one was having fun until my friends and I got there. I really do find it funny how people can spend thousands of dollars at a bar or club to look miserable on a luxurious couch. At that point you might as well buy a hooker and call it a night. Anyways… there was only 1 person who looked under the age of 30 so we decided to chat it up and at least try to get to know him. He pretty much had the personality of a wall, but he did describe some lavish parties he’d heard about and discussed the possibility of  meeting up with some cool people, so my friend Lo and I decided to exchange numbers and told him to text us if there was anything exciting going on.

A couple days later he texted us that there was going to be a huge Beverly Hills BBQ. It sounded like it was going to be a lot of fun; in our heads there was a DJ, dancing, cool/beautiful people, and unlimited fresh mint vodka lemonades. Lo unfortunately couldn’t go so I immediately starting contemplating who could be my partner in crime to this amazing party I couldn’t miss. Within a few minutes I had confirmed Lindsay who jumped at the chance to go, especially if there were going to be free drinks, a DJ, and an awesome view in the hills (the way I described it of course).

We roll up in my Kia and park several blocks up the hill since we aren’t even close to black Range Rover status. As we approach the door however, we are immediately stopped and asked to sign a waiver to be on TV, thinking that we were just going to be in the background with hundreds of other people we signed without hesitation. Slowly we walked through the gates past the numerous luxury cars and into the backyard. BOOM – immediately a camera crew was following our every move. The large, “cool” party was actually just a set up for the filming of some new show “Beverly Hills Rich Kids” where there were only about 15 people, who were not only not attractive, but looked like they were having a miserable time.

There was a DJ stage, but no DJ. There was a bar, but barely any options and definitely no mint vodka lemonades. Worst part was there were people, but no cool people (at least by our standards). The few people we did talk to were so rude! The guy who invited us had basically ignored us since he knew what he had done…he’d totally set us up!! I gave Lindsay a ‘are you thinking what I’m thinking’ glare and we knew we had to get out of there. After having a drink just to make it not awkward, we slowly tried to leave, but that is when we were suddenly incorporated into a fake reality TV show plot line. The girl whose parent’s house the “party” was at suddenly came up to us and asked very rude questions, all the while with cameras pointed directly in our faces. She made us take awkward shots with her and her ‘mean girl’ group, insisted we take photos of them as if we were her slaves, and then abruptly, and rudely, kicked us out saying it was time for us to go.

Just for the fun of it we acted totally calm and said we were happy to leave since it was not the large, fun party we’d expected. Just to add to the drama I hugged the girl, said thanks, smiled, and walked away. As we leave of course she goes “that was awkward.” (Love it.)

Not sure when the Rich Kids of Beverly Hills airs, if we will even be featured, or if we will suddenly pop up on a blog somewhere listed as poor girls that got kicked out of a party on TV…

But I live with no regrets! I am now proud to say that I earn good money (I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-NT), have a ton of cool friends that actually know how to party, sans cameras, and have way more fun than any “Beverly Hills Rich Bitch”!!