In 2009, I helped write the Oscars’ Red Carpet pre-show. Standing on the red carpet, I was inches from Beyonce, Daniel Craig, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, and Taraji P. Henson. They all disappeared into the Kodak theater but I didn’t have a ticket so I stayed behind. Instantly, the Red Carpet became a ghost town. There were a few workers off to the side, already starting to rip up the carpet when I decided to walk the entire length and savor the moment. About halfway down, something caught my eye–a tiny flash of bright white in this sea of red.
I bent down to examine the item and laughed. Someone had dropped an oval-shaped, scored line down the middle – definitely not a Tic Tac. I took a photo and later googled the shape. It was a Xanax.