Miss Jones candidly shares how she reclaimed her life post-divorceâ€”one fabulous adventure at a time.
Divorce is hard, and when it happens, you canâ€™t help but feel out of sorts and unsure of yourself. When I went through mine four years ago, I found myself asking stupid questions like â€œWill I ever find someone else?â€ (Of course you willâ€”didnâ€™t you hear BeyoncÃ© when she sang â€œTo the leftâ€?); â€œWhat did I do wrong?â€ (You married the wrong person, chile!); and â€œWhat must people think?â€ (To put it bluntly, they think you never should have married him in the first place but were too polite to tell you!) To quiet the confusion in my head drown out the noise from the outside world, I needed to get the heck out of dodge. So I did what any self-respecting sister with a credit card and a valid passport should do: I ran away to Europe to get my groove back.
I left New York with my friend Ella Krasner six weeks after I filed the papers to end my marriage, took the all-business-class (surprisingly not hideously expensive) airline Lâ€™Avion (now Open Skies) to Paris, hopped on the Air France shuttle down to Nice, and drove the 45 minutes to Cannes to join our girlfriend Denise Rich on her beautiful yacht, Lady Joy, for the Cannes Film Festival.
Internationally acclaimed movie stars, producers, and industry heavyweights descend on the coastal town for two weeks each May to screen and celebrate and the most hotly anticipated new films. Invitations to walk the iconic red carpet usually go to big-screen A-listers who are promoting studio blockbusters and exceptional, award-worthy independent gems. Cannes is a spectacle thatâ€™s normally inaccessible to television talent, but a little schmoozing, smiling, and media infamy can go a long way toward getting one of those coveted invitesâ€”and you know I have schmoozing, smiling, and media infamy down to a science!