Sunday. Oscar day. The Super Bowl of the entertainment world. Prom night for celebrities. A big pat on the back for a job well done in the movie biz.
It is also amazingly political, can be childish, and reminds me an awful lot of high school. Tonight winners will be announced, a dance number or two will be danced and six or seven people’s price quotes will raise dramatically. If I sound cynical I don’t mean to, at least not entirely. There are things about this business that can leave you jaded pretty quick and when you start to know too much about what is in the “hotdog” it becomes less appetizing. That being said, if I were nominated for an Oscar I’d be all smiles on the red carpet gushing my little heart out and happy as a clam! It’s a part of my personal hypocrisy.
In order to avoid sounding too much like an ass I’m turning to the pic of the day:
This is how I found Frankie sleeping this morning. That’s my boy.
See you tomorrow!