"The town was torn apart by a bitter writers strike, but I'm happy to say the fight is over, so tonight, welcome to the make-up sex."
~Oscars host Jon Stewart at the 80th Academy Awards referring to the four-month-long Hollywood writer's strike
Oscar is 80 and doesn't look a day over 25.
Where do you go in our neck of the woods when you want to see a little glamour? My Aunt Carolyn and I headed for an Oscar night on the town back to the Cinema Grill in search of local glam-bots, where the Academy Awards were being shown to a theatre full of equally nutty film fanatics, broadcast live on a 20 foot screen and served with as many snacks and cocktails as one human being could possibly consume in a four hour viewing period.
Some of our local film fanatics even put on their tuxes and rhinestone tiaras -- definitely a look we'll be sporting next year. Due to the potential for copious cocktail consumption, we decided that escorted transportation via one of Denver's Yellow Cabs was prudent....even though our cabbie was also escorting a 5-foot long stair-step machine in the front seat which made for a totally unique backseat ride. Next year I might even consider a limo rental with my fake tiara, and plenty of room just in case the driver wants to transport an entire elliptical machine.
Our waiter Patrick patiently sat through my customary "on the side" food order and even politely ducked when he walked in front of us during Jon Stewart's monologues on the silly and sensational state of affairs in filmic Hollywood. We had wildly enthusiastic "fan club" sections of our audience (dressed in every style from tiaras to t-shirts) who attempted to out-cheer each other in every major category from Best Song to Best Supporting Actor -- with plenty of loud jokes made about Javier Bardem's pageboy haircut in No Country For Old Men.
Red Carpet Resolution for next year: Upon arriving at the Cinema Grill's Oscar Viewing Night, I'd like for someone to approach me and ask "who are you wearing"? I'm not sure how I'll answer that, but I have a year to figure it out.
Harry: "You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance."
Sally: "I don't see that."
Harry: "You don't see that? 'Waiter, I'll begin with a house salad, but I don't want the regular dressing. I'll have the Balsamic vinegar and oil, but on the side. And then the Salmon with the mustard sauce, but I want the mustard sauce, on the side.' On the side is a very big thing for you."
~When Harry Met Sally