They all say it: I’ve worked so hard for this, I’ve dreamed of this since I was six years old, last year I watched this show from a bar across the street…. (that last one belonged to Maren Morris at the CMAs this year, not to an Oscar winner, but the sentiment is the same). I watch them say it from the couch in my pajamas, and I raise a glass, because I hear ya, sister friend. There are way more bars across the street than there is room on that stage.
You guys. It’s my favorite weekend of the year. Oscar Weekend is my new Christmas. It’s no longer enough just to crash in front of a television in time for the Red Carpet (and oh the painfully awkward interviews upon it). It’s really an entire season. It begins with the “Oscar buzz” talk that starts before Christmas. It builds momentum once the People’s Choice voting begins. It gets really good
This was the year that Ellen ordered pizza (three large for the entire Dolby Theatre) and Brad Pitt handed out plates. It was the year of Lupita N’Yongo, the beautiful actress from Nairobi (via the glamorous stage of a recent Harvard commencement) and the breathtaking blue that she helped Prada create. It’s the year Pink wore ruby red and sang of Over the Rainbow and every montage was a celebration