All The Glitz And Glamour

I have kind of lost interest in the Oscars in recent years. I feel like when I was younger, you know, like 30, it was something that I really looked forward to. I never went to any Oscar parties but I watched hours of pre-show and I certainly stayed up late to watch the ending. Maybe I'm out of touch with Hollywood these days. Maybe Hollywood is out of touch with me. I don't know. I do know that I haven't seen the majority of the movies that were nominated and it sounds like neither have most of the people that voted for them. Which means that I'm just not as interested in the outcomes. There were a few things that compelled me to tune in this year, though.

The Underdog. Like a lot of people, I wanted Mickey Rourke to win. He's been about as down as you can get and somehow found his way back. Plus, I was dying to see what he would say for his acceptance speech. Dude was way cute back in the day.



And now he looks like this:



I know that time marches on, but YIKES!

AND I kind of wanted Meryl Streep to win, because I think she's a cool lady. My best friend, Aparna, and I have been compiling a list for about 15 years of people that must come to our backyard barbecue party. Meryl is definitely on it. Despite being a mega star for longer than I've been alive, she still seems to be very down to earth. Plus, we could sing Abba songs all night!

AND I was kind of rooting for Slumdog Millionaire because it is the quintessential Cinderella story.

AND I adore Hugh Jackman, so I was interested to see how he would do.



I am happy to say that I thought his performance was above par. I loved the opening sequence where he pulled Anne Hathaway on stage. Did you see him on Barbara Walters? Hot, hot, hot!

AND I love the quirky things that people say in their speeches: Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto! Anyone?

BUT, my daughter was sick. So when she woke up about half way through the show, I had to go. I set the DVR to record, knowing that watching it later just wouldn't be the same, but my little bean comes first.

I was up half the night cuddling or rocking my poor sick baby, but when she finally went down for a nap this morning, I raced in to watch the show. Wouldn't you know, the show ran long (big surprise, that one) and all of the good stuff came AFTER it was scheduled to end. Which is when our stupid DVR stopped recording. So I didn't get to watch the last half of the show and although I thought I would be, I'm not really that sad about it.

Maybe next year I'll care.