so what did we think of the oscars? i watch them religiously every year, usually accompanied by my aweome friends' Really Cool Oscar Pool, which goes way beyond asking who will win to get into such details as:
- what length gown will the best supporting actresses be wearing?
- who will be the last person shown in the "celebrities who died last year" montage?
- will jon stewart change clothes during the show?
special thanks to RiseyP (who is very good at guessing!) and Mr. QA Engineer of the cubits for hosting a lovely, warm, wine-ful evening. yay!
on saturday night, Ish and i were treated to one of the most fabulous and decadent dinner experiences ever.
i mean, it wasn't exactly lavish. it just had all the elements of perfect.
we got to go to an actual house (v. apartment). and there was a working fireplace. and a dog. and a healthy, delicious meal served in an actual dining room with a lovely spread. there were specialty pre-dinner cocktails, excellent selections of wine with dinner, as well as post-dinner wine selections (from sparkling to moscato). there was very, VERY entertaining conversation.
and then there was the film.
you know how it is when urban, artistic, educated, liberal-minded folk get together for wine and film. inevitably the conversation gets heavy, laden with weighty, post-modernistic concerns about the decline of civilization, the role of celebrity, the perpetuation of gender and race inequalties, and whether or not this is, actually, a cheer-ocracy or if torrance is perfectly within her right to act as cheer-tator.
and there, in the east bay, the four of us unanimously and harmoniously agreed that cheer-tatorship is sometimes the only way.
go toros. B, E- aggressive*.
finally, i show you Naptime on Mt. Ish.
(he'd decided to plop down for a brief nap; my cats could not resist.)
(click for larger!)
obviously, this was taken with my non-viewfinder-having camera. it only took three shots for me to get it centered, though!
*or is that "be, be aggressive?" ah, yes. though we were able to concur as to the necessity of dictatorial leadership when the pure reputation of rich, white, adolescent cheer squads is on the line, one of life's greatest uncertainties perplexed us all. should it be "B, E Aggressive" or "Be, Be Aggressive?"