Sunday, February 22, 2009
Camp Oscar
The Pom* and I have been in lock down all week, cramming for Hollywood's night of nights.
The films have been watched (mostly), the ballots completed (well, mine anyway, the Pom drags his feet), because some delightful and very Oscar committed friends have invited us over tomorrow night to revel in the festivities, face-lifts and general fervour of the Academy Awards.
I'm slightly concerned about the rules set for the drinking game, which will see us punished for every time:
- Someone thanks their mother, or their God
- Someone dresses inappropriately for their age
- An acceptance speech gets drowned out by the music
- And when you picked the wrong Hollywood horse.
I imagined we'll be pickled before the ceremony gets underway!
Fingers crossed Hugh Jackman does a good job as MC; he can't be more of an embarrassment than Australia (ba-bum-chhh!). But seriously, it's a bit of a coup to have an Aussie hosting the Oscars - best of luck to him I say!**
Happy Oscars, everyone!
*Those of you who know the Pom, or perhaps just his penchant for Will Ferrell films, may wonder how on earth he's survived Camp Oscar with its deluge of depressing Kate Winslet movies. The answer is: by holding out for the final film of the evening, Bolt.
...You think I'm kidding!
**Oh god, Hugh's in a top hat and he's packing it!
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3 comments:
But wait - you have to add to your list:
- Whenever there is a standing ovation.
Enjoy!
Have fun, m'dear! I am looking forward to hearing all about it.
PS When did Hugh get so freaking huge? Ah Wolverine... Hariy, hairy, man love.
Great suggestion Jenaveve - one we totally took up on the night - much to my head's ache the following day :)
@Kate: I stole your hairy, hairy, man love line - it's too good!
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