Sunday, January 8, 2017

Redneck Red Carpet Preview


I got a golden ticket, I got a golden ticket! That’s right y’all, this little ol’ redneck not only scored a ticket to attend the Golden Globes with the date of my choice, but to also dress the stud to the best of my ability. Dang, I guess my years of bein’ on the D list for my Redneck Red Carpet Recaps moved me up the food chain.

So, the first order of business was to decide who would be my date. Of course I wanted to be escorted by a nominee, because if I’m gonna attend one of the biggest fashion events of the year, I wanna have the paparazzi in my date’s face as much as possible screamin’ and hollerin’ for him to turn this way and that for a photo op. But how can a girl possibly choose between such amazing nominees like Ryan Reynolds (swoon), Denzel Washington (classy), John Travolta (icon) or Bob Odenkirk (quirky)? It sucks to be me.

Then after surfing the entire list of nominees, it hit me like a giant wave. The animated film Moana is nominated for two Golden Globes, and its demigod star just happens to be the reigning Sexiest Man Alive. I screamed to myself, “Oh Yea Girl, go big or go home!”

Yep, I’m walking the red carpet with none other than Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson tonight, and I have styled him in a classic black tux. In a tribute to the movie, as well as to his partial Samoan heritage, I decided to add a pop of color with an island print bow tie and matching pocket square. Of course one of the reasons Dwayne looks and feels his best is because he’s wearing Tommy John underwear underneath that classic style. Nuthin’ is bunchin’, pinchin’ or saggin’. Just sayin’!

Now I’m sure y’all will understand why I can’t post my regular Redneck Red Carpet Recap tomorrow with all the hits and misses of tonight’s fashions. Here in Hollyweird they have after parties, and my fantastic date was nice enough to invite me to the Moana splash.
 
 
 
 
I might be a redneck but I ain’t nobody’s fool. I beat that other bitch in the mud wrestling contest to win that golden ticket for two reasons: 1. When the big wave hits, I want to personally observe Tommy John’s claim of how their undies support a man in all the right places; and 2. Secretly I’m hoping The Rock forgot to pack his Tommy Johns for the after party. WHOOP WHOOP!
 
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22 comments:

  1. The Rock isn't going to know what hit him...
    Good to hear from you, Deb!

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    1. I hope that big wave hits him! Hahaha Thanks Alex, I had to dust the cob webs off, but it felt good.

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  2. I'm calling dibs on Hiddleston! You can have Rock!

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  3. I can't think of anyone, male or female, straight or gay, who WOULDN'T want to be The Rock's date for such an event. Cheers to that. Just watch out for Kevin Hart. I hear he likes to follow around The Rock like a literal puppy now, yipping and nipping at his heels.

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    1. Oh no, I don't want a third wheel, even if he is a cute little puppy.

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  4. lol so in other words when the after party rolls around, you'll be between a rock and a hard place?

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  5. I'll need to see pics and documentation. And autographs. Say hello to the Rock for me and ask him if he remembers "that day" in Ocean City. He'll know what you are talking about. Have a ball!

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    1. Ohhhhhh "that day" sounds very interesting! Sure hope it involved the famous boardwalk.

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    1. Thank you! I need to see what you are whisking up.

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  7. Yay! You're back and talking about a big event. I can hardly wait to hear more about it. Nothing better than your reviews of the Hollywood crowd.

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  8. I'd like to see all those paparazzi pics you photobombed! By the way, I was in your neck of the woods for a few days right after Christmas. It's always good to go home.

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