I'm sick on my lovely sofa, taking Cold FX, vitamin C, and echinacea, blowing my nose every five minutes, and watching the Oscars. I don't really care about the awards, but with nothing better to do I watch, if nothing else to see what people are wearing and the odd entertaining bit.
Thoughts in point form as I watch:
-Axl Rose—I mean Eddie Murphy—seems sad. I see it in his eyes and I know he told Barbara Walters that he's never been happier but I just don't buy it. Maybe I'm projecting or displacing, but I don't think so. When he didn't win I just felt so bad for him.
-People on the red carpet were wearing sleeveless dresses and no one appeared to be cold. As I looked off my balcony into the thick of the falling snow, I got excited that I would be there soon... Well not exactly there. It's still California, right? Apparently not. I checked my email a few minutes later and found a new message from Ronit, the friend I'm staying with in San Fran, telling me to bring warm clothes. "This place does not have 'California' weather", I think is what she said.
-I love the fact that I can pause the show, use the bathroom, talk on the phone, bake cookies, and then fast forward through the bad speeches and the commercials.
-Hands down the most authentic speech of the night goes to Ari Sandel, the winner of the short film West Bank Story. So well spoken and humble. And cute.
-So far, Al Gore is the big sleeper hit of the 2000's. I bet he'd be a great Dad. Just putting that out there.
-Seinfeld made the ugliest face during Al and Leo's presentation. If you tivo'd it you have to look at it. What the fuck was he doing?
-I was a little concerned that my eyebrows were threaded too thin yesterday. I like them on the thick side, but having examined many pairs of freshly threaded or waxed brows this evening, I think mine are good. And I thought this would be a waste of time.
-And long straight hair? Check. But I'm not sure how much I dig the draped-over-one-shoulder look.
-I love Robert Downey Junior. He's never looked better.
-I'm done at Michael Mann's look at America Through the Movies. Bedtime. I'll watch the rest tomorrow.
PS Speaking of brows, I couldn't fall asleep right away and I ended up watching Scorsese win. I am so relieved for him!
PPS Forest Whitaker REALLY deserved that award. And so did Helen Miran.
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It wasn't that warm in LA today actually. I walked down to the Kodak Theater to check out the red carpet and I was chilly in t-shirt and long sleeved hoodie, so they must have been kinda cold. I'm guessing they have heaters around, but I could be wrong.
Marty Marty Marty! Finally! And, don't feel bad for Eddie...Alan Arkin is an ACTOR. Eddie is a great comedian. Although, I was sort of hoping he'd win, and show up in that slick, red leather suit circa "Raw."
(You know who, in gossip disguise)
H: I didn't think anyone walked around in LA. My plan is to travel with layers and worse case scenario, I'll just have to buy myself a sweater or two.
Yeah Bubbles, I agree. Arkin's great.
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