Last night was one of those nights where I really could have used a press pass. Instead of standing at a barricade with a bunch of tourists who had no idea what was going on, yammering loudly in a language that sounded like machine gun fire, I could have been on the press riser with a direct view of Princess Charlene of Monaco at the Princess Grace Awards Gala. I could have snapped a better photo of the dress with the neck shackle to keep her from escaping, since her jailer husband wasn't with her and a clear shot of the manufactured Stepford smile she learned from Katie Holmes. Instead I had to dodge security people and settle for a side shot of Charlene giving glazed over happy face while silently thinking 'fuuuuuck myyyyy liiiiife' and searching for the nearest bar.
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