My, my, a little behind in my entries, aren't I? Well this aint going to be pretty, but I'll try to sum it all up nice and neat. Yesterday was the super bowl, an event I had been preparing for for weeks and didn't care at all about the actual game. I was out shooting expensive parties and red carpet celebs! Aja, the other intern who does the writing, and I had some pretty wild adventures! Our first party was the 944 Anniversary party on Thursday, hosted by Paris Hilton. We shoved our way to a good spot in front of the red carpet to shoot big names and almost no names as they arrived. Cold, a little confused as to what we were going to be able to do, and at times a little bored, we did have some moments of excitement. Dave from Dave's Detours (no idea what it is) had a thumb war with Larry Johnson. That was funny. We were able to get into the party, which we didn't think would happen. And guess who was there? Jackie and Tim! So we found them inside, along with Chris and Shannon, took a picture of and with them and Aja got some quotes from them. It was very funny. We ended up shoving our way to the front of the mob to the stage where 50 Cent was performing so I got tons of awesome shots, so that was exciting. The next night we were at a party hosted by Kendra Wilkinson, one of Heph's girlfriends. It was really, really cold, the set-up was horrible, we waited forever but celebrities to show, but we had a great time. Standing with us was an Italian photographer with Getty, very sarcastic and humorous. And a crew from NBC channel 12, a really nice reporter and a very comical and cynical photographer who reminded me of my Uncle John. So we had fun joking around with them and making fun of the whole affair. One "celebrity" came and actually handed us cards with his name on it, which was a good thing because none of us knew who he was! By midnight our toes are numb, our fingers are icy, and we decide no one worth our time is going to show up after that, so we headed inside. We found Kendra dancing on a platform with grown men reaching out to touch her, drunk people everywhere, and some pretty entertaining celebrities. After some pictures and quotes, we ditch our stuff and go back into the club to dance a little bit and finally head home to file our stuff. I didn't get to bed till 4 that night. Last night was almost a total disaster. We were offered the night off, but decided we didn't want to pass up seeing Kid Rock in concert. So we drive to Old Town. It's absolute chaos! Cars and people everywhere! The first parking we find is valet and they're charging $40! So we pass. An HOUR later we find another valet charging $20. There's no parking anywhere else, so we take it. But we're so far away from where we need to be and we're getting nervous that we aren't going to get to the event in time to check-in and claim a space to see Kid Rock. So we see one of those bicycle guys pulling the carraige thing, so we think that's a good idea, let's do that. We ask the guy how much, he doesn't say anything, so we shrug and get on, thinking he must work on tips. So on the way we're discussing how much we should give him. Seven, ten bucks? Sounds good. We get there, get off, and he tells us $40. $40 dollars! I say, we don't HAVE $40! He asks us if we have a credit card. No. (Like we'd give it to him, the scumbag). So we turnout our pockets and give him $26. He's pissed. We're pissed. I have to go pick-up Kris from school (it's raining today), so I'll finish later...