I'm in hell. Well, not really. But it's not great. I'm smashed up against a window in the press room at Staples Center and can't leave my seat unless I climb over three people. If there's a fire, Greg is burnt toast! The air conditioning is just kicking in so I'm no longer sweating but I just found out they won't be feeding us until 4:30! I didn't bring a lunch! A nice woman from Variety just gave me a piece of her beef jerky which I was going to eat slowly but have already stuffed into my mouth.
OK, I'll stop whining. I won't even go into the fact that my award show buddy and colleague Sandra and I walked all around and around the LA Convention Center grounds and Staples Center looking for a press check-in only to find out it was right near where we started looking in the first place. Oh well, I needed the workout.
This is NOT the glamorous assignment I envisioned. The non-televised part of the ceremony is starting at 1:30 p.m. and I'm in the room where all the winners will come and hopefully say SCANDALOUS things! Now I'll check back in a bit. I'm going to try and read some of the Grammy preview info so I will know who the heck people are when they come backstage!