I will grasp onto the very thinnest straw possible as an excuse to throw a shindig.
Doogie Houser, MD is hosting an awards show? Yes. See you there. Or, rather, here.
We don’t care about football; but I did throw a “Commercial Viewing, Dorito Eating, Oh And Also Sportsball” event. Golden Globes? Partied over it. Taco Night? Regularly. D&D sessions? Hosted. Halloween? Obviously. I had a Memorial Day hootenanny specifically to get people over for fire pit s’mores.
I can’t tell if I’m desperate for attention; if I like an excuse to eat crap; or if I actually like having people over.
Let’s talk Oscar, though.
By “Oscar,” I mean “Oscar dresses.”
And by “Oscar dresses,” I mean “fabulously outlandish (and maybe ugly) Oscar dresses.”
Sometimes, a Delia*s catalog will miraculously take human form. It’s like the Exorcist, but the opposite.
Geena took a moment out of her wedding to hang out with us. She left the cake, her husband, her grandparents — everything — just to be with us. Then she went back and partied hard at her reception.
Not one to be outdone, Whoopi spent many years in a science lab and/or Hogwarts to figure out how to turn herself into a peacock. She got close.