On the Oscars

Blog 2-22-09

Hi Everyone,

I am going to watch the Oscars tonight, how about you? I’m getting ready for them. I’m not getting ready like they’re getting ready at the Kodak Theater. I’m doing laundry. I hate to be so unglamorous as to admit it but that’s what I need to do before the Oscar party I’m attending tonight. I’ll be at a friend of a friend’s house named Tony. And no I’m not in New York.

In the past I usually had the Oscar party. Not so much since I had kids. After kids, when all my single friends vanished like Girl Scout cookies at an AA meeting, I watched them with the family. And guess what? I liked it a lot. Gone was the pressure to make my famous hot wings. Gone was the running out to Circuit City the day before to buy a bigger TV. Gone was my friend Cindy (now Luc) who talked incessantly through the best parts. I never heard Sally Fields say “You like me. You really like me.” I’m paraphrasing because I didn’t actually hear her.

Tonight I’m putting on some lipstick and taking my well-behaved kids to an Oscar party at Tony’s. My kids will go into another room that Tony’s setting up for “the kids” who’ll be attending. Don’t you love Tony? I will once again be with a group of people to watch the Oscars. I’m really looking forward to Hugh Jackman. He’s so cute I don’t care if he falls off the stage in one of his dance numbers, I’m gonna say nice things about him.

I have changed since the good old days of being single at the Oscars. It will be a new experience for me. I have more patience for young people and less patience for adults. I’m told Luc (formerly Cindy) will be there. Surely he will not be as chatty as Cindy was. I will not weather it well if he so much as utters a word during a Hugh Jackman moment or any of the acceptance speeches. He can talk all he wants if Sally Fields is on during a commercial talking about Boniva. Then he can let it rip. But don’t mess with my Jackman or my speeches. I’m bringing a tazer just in case.

This has been Margaret Smith reporting from the bottom.