My favorite spectator event of the year is on the tellie at this very moment!!
And I am happily swaddled in my favorite flannel pj's & warm woolly socks, sipping post-pizza Sofia.
I was privileged to attend the awards in 1987. What a thrill it was to watch Sean Connery, Michael Douglas & Cher win heavy-weight golden dudes (winning for "The Untouchables", "Wall Street" & "Moostruck")!
But sitting in that unforgiving theater seat for HOURS (instead of sprawled out on my sofa in sweats), the boning of my lace & lamé strapless gown merilessly cutting into my ribs (I finally begged my date to discretely unzip the back of my gown) was not the treat I expected.
It was murder waiting for a commercial break, rezipping, then dashing out the theatre and across the lobby in 3" stilettos for a chance to wait in the line for the lady's loo.
And then there was my crowning moment of glory at the end of the evening -- A-listers, B-listers, and no-listers like myself, shuffling our way out of the auditorium when I realized my oh-so-chic garter belts had popped and I was forced to clutch at my stockings through the layers of lace, lamé and tulle of my skirt, only to look up and see Mr. Connery himself standing there beside me.
It was murder waiting for a commercial break, rezipping, then dashing out the theatre and across the lobby in 3" stilettos for a chance to wait in the line for the lady's loo.
And then there was my crowning moment of glory at the end of the evening -- A-listers, B-listers, and no-listers like myself, shuffling our way out of the auditorium when I realized my oh-so-chic garter belts had popped and I was forced to clutch at my stockings through the layers of lace, lamé and tulle of my skirt, only to look up and see Mr. Connery himself standing there beside me.
Tonight that Oscar gown -- a wonderful, haute-80's strapless confection of black and gold lace with an asymmetrical hem -- hangs in its protective garment bag in my suburban-Boston attic. And my Cinderella slippers -- black suede with gold filigree on the heels and toes -- are safely stashed away in a box under my bed. (Hey, maybe I'll dig them out from the dark & share a snap or two some day soon!)
And tonight I am happily curled up on my couch doin' what I love best - critiquing the gowns, jewels, hairdos, and "work" (and I'm not talkin' 'bout what you see on the movie screen) that's working its way up the Red Carpet and across the Kodak Theater stage.
And tonight I am happily curled up on my couch doin' what I love best - critiquing the gowns, jewels, hairdos, and "work" (and I'm not talkin' 'bout what you see on the movie screen) that's working its way up the Red Carpet and across the Kodak Theater stage.
Kind words & catty comments to follow!
And the Oscar goes to...
Screw PC, I'm old fashioned, there are winners & losers!
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