There i was… Oscar Night. The most important Sunday night of the whole year…
I was frantically cooking dinner, supervising a poster on Al Gore, helping submit an Ecybermission Science Project and supervising a book report (10 pages) on the Guns of August, while at the same time watching the cable blink in and out and due to ice falling in a place that is more accustomed to being hotter than satan’s scrotum than handling icy conditions.
(I want this outfit for carpool)
I did catch enough of it.
I say enough because it was looooonnnnnng and got way boring in the middle.
Cate told Julia Roberts to suck it.
Who knew Matthew was so into God. Wasn’t he a big ole stoner?
(I didn’t see Dallas Buyers Club, but he is awesome on True Detective)
There was dancing…
Srsly, how precious is Lupita? Precious. Gorgeous.
My best dressed
Sandra (sigh. gorgeous)
Lupita (sigh. I even love the headband)
Cate (double triple sigh. I heart this dress)
I don’t love the waistband of Angie’s dress, but I loved the illusion of it and I loved Brad handing out paper plates for pizza like a dad of 6 would do.
I am not being a hater or mean about aging women. As an almost 50 year old woman, I say with all love, there has to be a way for it to be okay for women to age gracefully in Hollywood so that they don’t resort to extreme measures to regain their youthful face.
These people scared me...
Kim is 81 years old. She looked like she couldn’t swallow.
Bless her heart.
Bless her poor misguided heart too.
Bless him heart (I know I said ‘him,’ I did it on purpose.)
What the heck happened to him?
Both his face and his brain have been effected whatever the cause.
Was it L. Ron Hubbard?
Anyway. That’s about all. I thought most people looked really pretty.