March 3, 2014
I remember the conversation like this:
R: So let’s just plan on having Oscar night at my place. I get off work at 5:30, I’ll pick up something to eat, and be at my house by 6:00. Let Vic know.
R remembers the conversation more like this:
R: Let me know if you want to come over to my place on Sunday. Otherwise, I won’t pick up anything, I’ll grab a bite to eat at work instead, and I’m putting my pajamas on as soon I get home.
So when I showed up in R’s driveway on Sunday evening with Vic in tow, R opened the front door wearing her snowflake pajamas and yelled, “What are you doing here?!”
I have officially become an Oscar party crasher. It was a good thing I brought the Chinese food.
And the champagne.
After a good laugh and multiple apologies on my part and assurances on my and Vic’s part that it really was okay R was in her PJs, we settled in to watch the Oscars.
Some things we did all agree on:
Bring Ellen DeGeneres back! She classed up the Oscars and made them fun again. Remember the last three years? Exactly. Between taking the adorable selfie that broke Twitter and passing Pharrell’s hat around to pay for the pizza, Ellen really knows how to bring people together for jolly good times.
We are more in love with Jared Leto than ever. After I saw Dallas Buyers Club, he was my favorite for Best Supporting Actor. But when he paid homage to his single mother during his acceptance speech, he elevated himself in our eyes to favorite all around guy period.
All the nominees for Original Song were fantastic. When I saw Frozen in the theater, though, kids really latched onto “Let It Go.” One girl turned to her dad after that respective scene and breathed, “That was so cool!” After the movie was over, I heard another girl singing that song in the restroom. Something that resonates so immediately with its target audience deserves to win.
Lupita Nyong’o made us cry, and she looked damn good doing it. I was fanning my face before she even started talking, but when she paid tribute to the spirit of Patsey, it was all over for me.
We all wanted 12 Years a Slave to win, but I was pretty sure the fact it was such a difficult movie to watch would not work in its favor. It seems Ellen called it when she said that possibility number one was 12 Years a Slave would win, and possibility number two was that we were all a bunch of racists. When the Best Picture winner was announced, Vic said, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Hell, yes.”
Amen to that.