I stay up way too late for the Oscar Awards every year, even though I need to know who wins Best Film Editing about as badly as I need to know how much it costs to join The Short Hill Spa.
I’ll be home rooting for Slumdog Millionaire. The Clairidge sold out yesterday when I saw it for the early bird matinee. I just hope M.I.A. performs Paper Planes, so I can swagga like her.
I will swagga at home. Alone. My kids will be sleeping. This actually sounds fun to me–watching the Oscars at home in the quiet of my Bloomfield Avenue house. I guess that means I’m mature (i.e. boring) and a parent (i.e. my social life is over).
But I’d still like to know: Are there any local parties? Or do you prefer to stay home–and awake way past your bedtime–too?





I am going to a party. But if you don’t have a party to go to, it’s a good TV to do other stuff to: pay bills, iron, shorten pants.