I’m going to the MTV Movie Awards. In the immortal words of Peter Griffin, “Freakin’ Sweet!”
How did this amazing turn of events occur? Well, sit right back and let me tell you a story.
Grant Chastain is one lucky SOB. He has an adoring wife, a great daughter, can write like nobody’s business and is living the high life in the deserts of Phoenix. He also has me as a best friend.
Grant, in a moment of inspired clairvoyance, entered into a sweepstakes through a local Phoenix radio station’s web site. The sweepstakes in question was a contest to go to the MTV Movie Awards in Los Angeles. You guessed it… Grant won. I told you he was a lucky SOB.
Unfortunately for Mr. Chastain, the weekend of the trip was the same weekend as his daughter’s first birthday party and he was in a bind. It wasn’t her actual birthday mind you, but a party was planned and people were coming over. He didn’t know what to do. He had quite the predicament.
On one hand, it was his only daughter’s first birthday party and on the other was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He called me and asked my opinion. I told him, “Screw the kid! Jessica Alba is gonna be there! Katie Holmes! The Foo Fighters! The cast from the Breakfast Club!” Actually, I said, “Dude that is one tough choice.”
He wanted to know if I was available to fly out of Indy and make this shindig. I told him I was and that whatever decision he made I’d support him. He said he’d call me back with the answer.
In the meantime, I called my parents and told them I might be heading to LA. I also called my grad school roommate Andy, who lives in LA, hoping that we might get together. Finally, I left a message for my girlfriend to let her know the situation.
Grant called me back and said that I should pack my bags, we’re heading to LA! He talked with the MTV reps and the event/contest company and confirmed his and my information. I did a little happy dance and asked a million questions: What do we have to do? When am I flying? How much will this cost? What do we wear? Are you gonna be divorced when we get back? He assured me that everything was A-OK.
It wasn’t. An hour and a half-later Grant calls me and says that we aren’t going. Things, understandably, were not going well between him and his wife. Is it acceptable to miss your daughter’s first birthday party? I’ll leave it up to you, dear reader, to make your own decision. I said, “Easy come, easy go.”
So, I call my parents and my girlfriend back to tell them it isn’t gonna happen and basically I felt like I had an interesting story, “How I almost went to the MTV Movie Awards.”
Or so I thought.
The next morning Grant calls me and says basically that we have to go. Since he accepted the prize package, he has to pay taxes on it, no matter if he makes the trip or not. Also, things settled down in the Chastain household after a late night talk and a night to sleep on it.
So, after getting my airline info via email and taking a day to pack only the coolest of clothes, I’ll be winging away to sunny Cali-for-nigh-ayyyyy for a once-in-a-lifetime deal Friday morning at 6:10am.
Expect a full report on Monday.
Grant chimes in…
Yeah, it was not a fun environment to be in at the Chastain home on Wednesday night. In the end, I decided that it was better to sacrifice the trip for the good of my marriage.
However, when I woke up on Thursday, Allison was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me, and she said: “You need to call that woman back and take the offer.”
I refused. I said it was over and done with, and that I didn’t want to talk about it any more.
She refused to hear that. “I want you to go. I had all night to think about it, and it really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Go, have a good time… and above all, I don’t want to hear any details about it whatsoever.”
So I called Jocelyn back at Pop2Life. Good thing I did, too… because I would have had to pay taxes on it, even if I didn’t go. I would have been very pissed.
So everything should be good. I actually got a brilliant idea from a co-worker, which is this: Buy a first birthday card, and bring it with you. If you run into a celebrity, then ask them to sign it. Then you present this card with all the signatures to Kendall (and Allison) next Wednesday on her first birthday.
Sure, when she’s older, it won’t be nearly as cool (“Who the heck was Lindsay Lohan?”) but it’ll still be kind of neat to put in her scrapbook.