Red carpets a tale of two cities
One week, two red carpets. It was like a tale of two cities - or at least industries.
On one hand, we had the New Zealand Music Awards - all youth and rock & roll sass. On the other, the much more "grown up" Television Awards.
But forget the awards themselves - when you are "working" these events, you don't get to see them anyway - it's the red carpet that tells you more of a story about what's going on out there.
Let's start with the musos.
For starters, people outside of the newsroom knew the music awards were happening.
The build-up was huge, people were talking about it; there was even a throng of screaming fans lining the red carpet at Vector Arena. The stars waved and smiled, they signed autographs, hell Colin Mathura-Jeffree even got his jewellery caught on the dress of one of them as he was giving her a hug for a photo.
You had legends like Chris Knox joined by the newest kids on the block - I haven't seen the type of screaming (and crying) that Titanium induced since, well, One Direction.
Then there was Mumford and Sons, oh and did I mention Bone Thugs n Harmony were there too (decked out in sandals and socks, I kid you not).
And of course we all know Home Brew brought their version of glamour to the show, starting with a goat that needed toilet training and ending with some comments on stage that put middle New Zealand's nose firmly out of joint.
They also were one of the performances of the night, and made the whole thing rather interesting.
On the other side, the TV gongs flew largely under the radar.
There were no fans, just a handful of us media-types grabbing a quick snap and a chat as the famous folk rushed past us on the indoor red-carpet.
To give you some perspective, the Music red carpet lasted an hour and a half. TV was 45 minutes.
Yes, you had all the usual faces - TV news teams, Shortland Street starlets, new faces and old, but there was no hype, no excitement around the evening.
At least not from an outsider's point of view. Which, if you think about how many people watch these professionals on the news every night, or on THAT soap at 7pm, compared to how many people had even heard of Home Brew or Opossom beforehand is slightly off, isn't it?
I understand this is the first year TV have been on their own, with the film side of things jumping ship from the once-joint ceremony, and a softly-softly approach might have been the easiest thing.
And of course, with at least half the awards focused on the "news" side of things, it can touch on some serious stuff.
But for all its ridiculousness - and that is what makes it fun - the Music Awards know how to create some excitement.
The stars feel like it's a big deal, the fans feel like it's an even bigger deal and it's a real celebration. And surely, when you are tipping your hat to the best of the year, that's what it's all about?