Bethenny Frankel paid Scottsdale a visit to introduce her new skinnygirl Sangria yesterday; she announced on Tuesday that she would be in town for a bottle signing at 2 locations for the first 150 people. As you can imagine as soon as I had confirmation I was in high gear to make plans to attend. Luckily after the rush of excitement I calmed down a bit (with the help of a 10 a.m. Mich Ultra) and decided it would NOT be a good idea to spend the night in a Walgreens parking lot with 3 kids - other well thought out arrangements were made and off I went first thing in the morning. That was the old, crazed fanatic Rikki. We'll touch on the "old" focused Rikki tomorrow.
(At yesterday's signing :: image via skinnygirl)
As some of you may know I follow Bethenny on twitter and a few times she has responded due to me either pimping out her products or just telling her I found something she posted inspirational. Yes, I translated that to mean she thinks I'm pretty bad ass and totally wants to meet me. For some reason, which I'm still trying to understand, crazed, fanatic Rikki thought because of this interaction on twitter if I invited her out to dinner upon her arrival she just might take me up on it. Why not right? It was worth a shot. To put it simply I pretty much twitter stalked her on Tuesday which leads me to believe that the 5 syllables "86 Big Mama" were a big CODE RED on Wednesday. In case you weren't aware I make a spectacle out of myself any chance I get - most of the time without even trying. 10-4. Roger that. This is how it went down in crazy town:
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Talk to the ladies in line in FRONT of us who not only ask Bethenny over for lunch but also tell her they just know she's going to be their bff however they might not have time for her. Those wishful thinkers were behind the lady in red (God bless her heart)...who actually made fizzy bath balls shaped like candy encased in a red, satin like See's Candy container and gave them to her. No lie. Let's just say these 3 made it through, having had more than 1 item each signed, without a glitch. Then...it's my turn:
Sec. Guard # 1: You can only have her sign one thing.
Sec. Guard # 2: Says nothing, just pushes me along.
Sec. Guard # 3: Grabs bottle, asks my name, pushes me next to Bethenny.
Bethenny: Hi Britney.
Me: It's Rikki. R-i-k..HI!
Bethenny signs bottle and I slip her the card I made for my friend and I to have signed.
Me: Do you mind signing this, please?
Sec. Guard # 3: No, she's only signing one thing.
Me: Looking at Bethenny Please?!
In unison:
Bethenny: Where'd you get this card? I said that? That's good. I want one.
Me: I'm...86...Big...Mama...(imagine I had just come from the dentist and my mouth is numb)
Photographer: Look over here and SMILE!
Sec. Guard #3: Um, should we be afraid of you mam? (totally straight faced & not kidding)
Me: Rolling my eyes and giving him my look Ugh, no!
Photographer: SMILE!
Sec. Guard #4: Says nothing. Literally pulls me along and stands in front of me preventing me from fully seeing my friend's interaction with Bethenny. Who, just on a side note, handed her the card I made to have signed provoking Bethenny to say "Where did you guys get these?!". Friend points to me and says "she made them"; Number Four in the way blocking my one moment of recognition and genuine eye contact with Bethenny Frankel - the women on the cover of Forbes freaking Magazine.
(The SIMPLE card I made 5 minutes prior to making the trek up to meet Bethenny)
And that my friends is a true story. In the end it was totally worth it. I was able to hang out with a friend I don't get to see often, I have an autographed bottle of skinnygirl Sangria and probably took one of the most horrendous pictures of my life with Bethenny Frankel. Awesome.
Note to self:
Introducing yourself to THE skinnygirl as 86 Big Mama was most likely not in your best interest.
Let's crack that bottle open and drink it!
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