So the Oscars are on this weekend. Yawn. Ho hum. Whatevah. It’s normally kind of a big deal in my house. Over the last 12 or so years I have seen all the Oscar nominated films in the top six categories. You know, the ones in which the actors get accosted on the red carpet and make the cover and center spread of People magazine.
Mac Daddy and I would fill out our ballots and sit down to a feast of the surf and turf variety. We used to call our old friends Chris and Shan during commercial breaks to taunt them since we took our balloting seriously. I never liked Oscar parties because of all the…talking. I like to watch it all in uninterrupted silence: the pre-show, post-show, fashion police show, and everything in between. Shan is the only person I have ever met who would watch the Oscars with the same riveted attention. Back in the day we ended up shooing our loud mouth husbands out of the room so we could watch in peace.
This year our Oscar night will be a wee different. For starters, we’ve seen about two movies. Mac Daddy and I are the only people on the planet who have not seen Avatar. The only category I have covered is Animation. I have a hunch Chris and Shan are in the same boat. And now instead of shooing our husbands we’d be shushing our boys, which is never very effective. Also, no more surf and turf since we gave up red meat. Surf is still on the table but doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. I’m also a tired wreck these days so it’s likely I’ll fall asleep somewhere between the Cinematography award and the recap of the technical awards where all the geeks are segregated from the real stars but get to ogle a Hollywood hottie in all her cleavagey glory for an evening.
The one thing that won’t change is toasting our love of the movies with champagne. Even if we’re curled up in fleece PJs a size too big (that would be me, not Mac Daddy) and a shedding farting dog between us, we’ll crack our the Tiffany champagne glasses my brother (who happens to be a Hollywood type himself who has been nominated for an Oscar…ooh, the irony) and pour some bubbly. Not to be confused with the Buble that might be on your iPod, not mine.
I’m mixing it up a tad this year as a nod to our dear friends Chris and Shan whom we miss terribly. I recall some excrutiatingly fun evenings with them way back in the day, just a bevy of buddies sharing some Absolut Mandrin libations.
Oscar Oranj
5 ounces good quality brut champage
1 ounce Absolut Mandrin vodka
teaspoon Grand Marnier
Orange slice
Pour the vodka and Grand Marnier into a champagne flute. Top with champagne. Garnish with an orange slice. Sit back, pretend you’re dolled up in a custom gown so fancy and tight that you’re taped and tucked into it, toss your head with a gay lilting laugh, bat your eyelashes, pout your ruby lips, be charming, and have a sip. Now revel in the escape of the movies.
Cheers!
In the words of Kevin Spacey at the 1995 Academy Awards (Holy shit! The Usual Suspects is 15 years old?!):
“Whoever Keyser Soze is, I can tell you he is going to get gloriously drunk tonight.”
Green Girl in Wisconsin says
I like to chatter with my girlfriends about what's going on so I'm SO glad to be going to a party this year!!!
And count me in your non-avatar-viewing camp–I didn't see it either.
Shannon says
Awwww….yes it will be different this year, as it has been for the past several. Will be toasting to you across the miles.
Marketing Mama says
We haven't seen Avatar either…you are not alone! Happy Weekend to you.
dadshouse says
I never see all the Oscar movies, but I enjoy the show, mostly for seeing celebs all dressed up. I'm rooting for anything BUT Hurt Locker. I didn't like that film!!
DC Urban Dad says
I have seen Up in the Air and that is all. Movies need to come direct to my TV.
K says
Welcome to my world – I remember the year that I realized the only Oscar movie I had seen was "Ratatouille". Very sad…