Last Friday was the North American International Auto Show’s charity preview, a la-di-da event around these parts, being that we are the Motor City and all. I traveled with the auto show for nearly eight years, so I know that, depending on where in the country you live, the auto show might just be a blip on your city’s social radar. Not so here in Detroit. The auto show – and more specifically, the charity preview, which kicks off the week-long auto show – is to Detroit what, say, Fashion Week is to New York…sort of. You catch my drift. Let’s just say it’s a big deal.
The photo above of Scott and me was taken at the 2007 charity preview, at the Jaguar exhibit where I was a spokes model. After watching this year’s charity preview on TV – yes, the event was televised; I told you it was a big deal – I dug up this photo. Look at it again. Look at those two smiling faces, faces that are clearly unphased by the demands of parenthood –
with eyes that are lively and bright, eyes that are bereft of bags and dark circles because Scott and I were sleeping through the night back then. Ahhhh, to be foot loose and fancy free. Scott and I weren’t even married yet; this photo was taken about five months before our wedding.
But as you have heard me say before: It is a different day.
Want to know how I spent last Friday night? Well, let me tell you how I didn’t spend it. I wasn’t swathed in a designer get-up, like I was in this photo…I was wearing my ratty old Detroit Lions flannel pajama pants; I wasn’t wearing a full face of perfectly applied make-up, either…no, I didn’t even shower that day; and I for damn sure wasn’t standing on top of a turntable waxing poetic about the merits of an $80,000 car…In fact, when the charity preview was on last week, I wasn’t standing on anything. I was on the floor wrestling with Scotty, trying in vain to put his footie pajamas on as Kennedy, who was fighting sleep like it was her job, screamed her face off in her cradle. Somehow, Scott managed to nap through all this on the couch.
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
* VOTE * VOTE * VOTE * VOTE * VOTE * VOTE * VOTE * VOTE *