Oscar Madness

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

An Eye Opener

*** This little story really made me laugh and reminded me of a dear cousin, who is a pilot for a commercial airline. ***

I was flying from San Francisco to Los Angeles.  By the time we took off, there had been a 45-minute delay and everybody on board was ticked.  Unexpectedly, we stopped in Sacramento on the way.  The flight attendant explained that there would be another 45-minute delay, and if we wanted to get off the aircraft, we would reboard in thirty minutes.

 Everybody got off the plane except one gentleman who was blind.  I noticed him as I walked by and could tell he had flown before because his seeing-eye dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of him throughout the entire flight.  I could also tell he had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached him and, calling him by name, said,  “Keith, we’re in Sacramento for almost an hour.  Would you like to get off and stretch your legs?” 

Keith replied, “No thanks, but maybe my dog would like to stretch his legs.  Would you take him for me please?” 

Now picture this.: All the people in the gate area came to a complete and quiet standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a seeing-eye dog!  The pilot was even wearing dark sunglasses. People scattered, not only trying to change planes but also trying to change airlines!

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Stay Sane & Stay Safe
♥  TTFN  ♥

 

 

 

 

 

Why I Believe …

                  [Weekly Writing Challenge: The Best Medicine]

"Super Chick"
Just One of Super Chick’s Missions

Unless you went to Southeast Missouri State between 1977-1979, and lived in the North Tower, on the 3rd floor – odds are you haven’t seen this superhero before.

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Although she looks more like a villain here, ‘Super Chick’ is known for her unique sense of humor and creative thinking. She was critical to my (and a number of other introverted girls) health and sanity, especially during mid-terms and final exam season.

S.C. would be in her room studying, as most of us were, and would suddenly slam her book shut, jump up and yell “I’ve had enough!” The entire 3rd floor became silent, anxious for what would come next. It was very eerie, because a floor that housed 24 women is NEVER silent.

One tense pre-final evening, S.C. declared that we needed to re-connect with our inner-child. She drove us to a public park. In our pajamas. That, was how faithfully we followed her. S.C. was our guru of laughter and we could not help ourselves. She never barked orders or forced us, she would simply declare something and we were on board because she made it sound so Right.

So… that night we swung on the swings, climbed the jungle-gym and slid down the slides. Over and over. And we laughed like loonies until our sides ached. We were there maybe 45-minutes before returning to the dorm.

We slept like the dead, then got up the next morning and aced our exams. Coincidence? I think not. Even S.C.’s roommate earned a 3.98 GPA, and a place on the Dean’s list (his good list this time).

Thank you, Super Chick!

Look for humor in everything – find it, then give it away. It’s only funny when you share it with someone.