This weekend, I have guests here for the Oscar Festivities. I am not ready. HA! Pardon the understatement. I suppose I assumed the official night would be later in March. I was shocked to find out they are this weekend. The Big Event was always the week of my daughter’s B-day – the 25th. How dare they move it up without my consent. Arggh!
Typically, I have a big “To-Do” planned. I’m talking about sending fancy invitations through the post office, stamps and all. It is a formal affair at a mountain resort, where guests are pampered and granted (nearly) every wish they make. The hostess (me) is busy with food, fashion, and spa appointments. Guests have a dress code: “What would you wear to the Oscars if you were there in person?”
I am often asked, “Why do you make your guests dress up?”
The simple answer is to promote the Oscar “feeling.” The truth is that we have more fun dissing the fashions of the attending audience if we are superiorly dressed. The Red Carpet is how our reverence for the Oscars began. My daughter and I had gone through a super lousy patch that year, and she was at home for a visit when the Oscar pre-show began. I don’t remember the year, nominations, or winners. We do remember the so-called elite fashion we saw walking along that carpet. Not only were the outfits exceptionally hideous, but no one seemed to notice but us. Our laughter was so intense we often could not catch our breath. We thought we would suffocate when the following outfit was even worse. It was either the best joke played by the women, or they, indeed, were superior actors.
The Spa is a madhouse on Sunday morning. Even the non-rich and famous want to look their best for the Red Carpet. Yes, a Red Carpet is along the way to the viewing room, where interviews and photoshoots happen. At the 2022 Oscars, we filmed a video of our Red Carpet that ended up hysterically BAD. It was posted anyway because we wanted my hubby to discover it while cruising on YouTube the next day. He did not discover it, but quite a few others found it and gave it a thumbs up. Go figure!
Alas, this year the Spa is empty. By unanimous vote, this year, we are not glaming up. We will be laughing and commenting, wearing our comfy clothes without make-up. We will still vote on the nominations list and play Oscar Bingo.
There will be special snax, of course.
TTFN
Why? Because I am coming into my mid-life crisis. That, and I got so pissed off at my thin, limp and graying hair, I almost took my sewing scissors to it. It would not hold a curl, it was always in my eyes, and worst of all – it made me look mousey*.
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