I usually do everything in my power to avoid Hollywood, so when I learned I’d have to cover a red carpet event there (webisode/internet celebrities, collagen, and buttloads of perfume and fashion stuff…gee, I was a bit aprehensive), it’s accurate to say there was a bit of apprehension on my part. Nonetheless, I don’t think there could have been a better event for me than The Second Annual Streamy Awards at Los Angeles’ Orpheum Theater– which sort of summed up how I’d always thought of glitzy and glammy galas when there’s not a Pat O’Brien or Sugar Ray to polish any of the turds.
