I Can Be Your Hero, Baby.

Last week I received a very random invitation in my inbox.

TARGET and ENRIQUE IGLESIAS

Cordially Invite You and A Guest to "Enrique's House"

In Celebration of Enrique's much anticipated New CD entitled "EUPHORIA"

Please join TARGET and Enrique for an evening of musical rhythms, mouth watering cuisine and summer cocktails.

I hadn’t the slightest inkling why or how I got this invitation, so I was confused/intrigued. (I am not really an Enrique fan necessarily, but like I said in a previous post, “when dressing up, an open bar, yummy hor d'ourves, and endlessly entertaining people watching are involved, you can't go wrong”).  Fortunately, my friend Christina (who worked with me at the Academy) solved the mystery a few days later. She now works at a big entertainment PR agency.  She sent me a message saying she was in charge of handling the Enrique Iglesias party and had added me to the guest list. Holla!  Now that the mystery was solved, two more questions needed to be answered: who to bring and what to wear?

I decided to ask my fun friend Blair, and she gladly accepted.  (Some people say we look like sisters…what do you think?) We got to MyHouse Tuesday evening around 9.  There was a red carpet, many photographers, and a semi-large crowd of people out front, but we got in with ease after getting checked off the guest list.  I said a quick ‘hi!’ and ‘thank you!!’ to Christina and we headed inside the extremely cool venue. Upon entering we were immediately given a Grey Goose/Ginger Beer beverage of sorts that was de-lish.  (“Every club should give you a Grey Goose cocktail as soon as you walk in…seriously!”—Blair).  We sat on comfy couches with decorative Enrique pillows (pictured above), enjoyed the amazing cocktails/hor dourves, and danced to the music from DJ Tony Touch.  As we were dancing, I noticed that Enrique had walked in and he was a few feet away from us.

“There’s Enrique…” I said apparently so nonchalantly that it was unbelievable because Blair completely thought I was kidding.

“Umm…okay. Riiiight,” she said as she continued dancing.

“No really… there he is!”

And THERE. HE.  WAS. As previously mentioned, I was never the hugest Enrique fan before this night, but holy hotness, he was GORGEOUS. I was truly a bit dumbfounded at how extremely attractive he was. Blair and I somehow got into his special VIP section (“I think this area is like him, his family…and us.”—me), so we were mere feet away from him for a good portion of time. I think we both had to physically make ourselves stop gawking at his sheer and utter beauty.  Yowza!  Even though we were inexplicably in this VIP section, it was totally a “so close, yet so far away” situation.  Enrique was constantly surrounded and we could never really close enough to talk to him. (Blair did snap the lovely above photo with her iphone though…) 

Overall, such a fun night! We got his new cd as a parting gift (which is convenient since I am obviously a newly converted fan of this sultry Spaniard now). 

 Enrique, you can be my hero ANYTIME. ;-)

(Unrelated sidenote: there was a 5.9 magnitude earthquake yesterday and it was terrifying! I haaaate earthquakes. They come with absolutely no warning whatsoever, and I am so afraid that it might be ‘the big one’…eeeeek. It probably doesn’t help at all that I was on the 8th floor of a huge building. Give me tornadoes any day of the week instead of earthquakes…yowza!) 


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