Ron’s Secret
Wednesday - October 07, 2009
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Del.icio.usI have to admit that as publisher of MidWeek I receive some pretty cool offers. I don’t get cash, gifts or anything like that, what I get is “access.” What that means is I get invited to exclusive events or I get to meet some pretty big celebrities.
Because I write this column, and due to our unmatched readership, many people consider me to be a big local celebrity. I’ve always seen myself as just a regular guy or more like a Kathy Griffin, D-list celebrity. Still, people are so nice to me in public and I appreciate that.
As far as being a regular guy, here’s my case in point. Probably one of the real MidWeek celebrities is our managing editor Yu Shing Ting. She’s also our fashionista and celebrity socialite. She goes to all the red carpet-like functions. Hanging out with her is like being with a movie star.
When Donald Trump Jr. was in town, Yu Shing was allowed a private interview and photograph session with him. While I was invited to a later reception, I decided to tag along for the interview. There the three of us sat and I got to have some meaningful conversation with Mr. Trump.
When I got home about an hour later, I told my family whom I was with. I received some brief congratulations and then my wife handed me some of our daughter’s schoolbooks and told me they needed to be covered. I sat in the kitchen thinking about the contrast of what just happened.
Last week, I received an invitation for an exclusive preview of the newly opening Victoria’s Secret store at Ala Moana. This also meant meeting a VS supermodel. Yu Shing also had some exclusive access and asked me if I wanted to go. That’s like asking if I want 50-yard line seats at the Super Bowl.
Unfortunately, I was working on an important project and couldn’t go. That night when I got home, I told my wife about my missed opportunity. Coincidentally, a Victoria’s Secret commercial was playing on the TV. She said, “Good, I don’t need you to be looking at that kind of perfection.”
I seized the moment and said, “Hey, I don’t need no Victoria’s Secret model, I get to come home to you every night.” She rolled her eyes and laughed, “Good one - lucky I married a smart man.” In reality, what I said was the truth because I know all about perfection in women. I’m married to her.
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