On the last Sunday of February, I watched Tom and Devin open up for
America at the Belly Up in Solana Beach. I have done this at least three times before, so that in itself doesn't qualify as a new activity. I have not, however, ever seen Tom play at the Belly Up, a stage he's wanted to play since he moved to San Diego. So
that was new,
and it was the first time I can remember not watching the Oscars. My grandma had
Oscar's Greatest Moments on VHS, and I must have watched it ten times when she got it; I've been in love with the Oscars ever since.
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{Includes such classic moments like Sally Field's "You love me...you really love me" speech, the streaker interrupting David Niven, that time Cher wore that ridiculous outfit, a Native American woman awkwardly declining an award on Marlon Brando's behalf, and many more!} |
The pagentry, the camp, the cheese, the self-congratulatory absurdity of it - I love it all and usually celebrate it with an equally cheesy theme party. This year, however, I spent Oscar night cheering on my husband instead of critiquing red carpet performances, and that was just fine with me.
I heard your husband really appreciated it too...
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