Zip-lining and sky-diving? Check. A strange addiction to catapulting to more than 1,000 feet on the Stratosphere’s Big Shot here in Las Vegas? Love it. Landing alone in China, Turkey, Malaysia and who knows where else, moving to a barrio in Costa Rica, solo cross-country road trips: Fun hobbies all of them, ways to unwind!
Even though my extreme dislike of horror films makes me think of myself as a scaredy cat, I get called a thrill-seeker all the time.
But I have one serious, debilitating fear. And I’m about two hours away from addressing it in the above photo, where I’m enjoying the calm before the storm with an old friend from NYC.
Our issue release parties for Vegas magazine are nerve-wracking for someone like me, who would rather be home hiding behind her laptop editing or blogging. But I can be a social person, too, and where better to host a soiree than Las Vegas? Our most recent bash was at Nikki Beach at the Tropicana, in honor of our summer cover star, model and actress Rebecca Romijn. The time always flies by, a whirlwind of familiar faces, shaking hands, meeting new people. Parties like these show off Las Vegas at its finest. And how could I not love a party in celebration of the magazine I work so hard for?
Twice a year, however, the parties have something special on the itinerary to get my blood racing. But first, there are some things I’ve gotten used to…
The best part about walking the red carpet with stars like supermodel Rebecca Romijn and actor Jerry O’Connell? I don’t have to TALK!
Oh, yes, which brings me back to my number one fear…
Yes, public speaking!!
Sorry, folks, but I have no photographic evidence of being handed the microphone at a party of about 1500 guests, comedian Jerry O’Connell heckling me to try to make me laugh. Everyone told me that no one was listening, that they were all drinking and having fun. But when I boomed into the mic, in a voice so high-pitched I barely recognized it, “Let’s give it up for Rebecca Romijn!!!!” the roar was deafening.
Liars. They’re all liars. Apparently everyone was listening.
But then it was over, and I sat down, still shaking. I had about an hour to enjoy myself, my 60 seconds of torture finally over.
When I left, relieved, there were hundreds of people waiting to get inside the party. (Britney Spears was on her way!) I ran off to celebrate my triumph at the classic Las Vegas haunt, Fireside Lounge at the Peppermill.
Relieved of my public speaking fears until November 9th!! I’m already nervous… What’s your fear?
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