I have the Monday morning blahs. I’m not really sick but I feel icky. Icky enough to call in sick to work but not icky enough to need actual medical attention. Just a general blech feeling.
Perhaps it’s Oscar letdown. You see, I love the Oscars. The Oscars are, for me, what the Superbowl is for football fans. It all starts when the nominations are announced and there is the mad scramble for Dale and I to see all the nominated pictures. (We failed miserably this year, only seeing 2 out of 5. But, since the two we saw were Brokeback Mountain and Crash, we did apparently see the right two.) The discussion of movies and actors and music all culminates with the excitement of Oscar Day. There’s the pre-game show that’s on E! all afternoon. There’s talk about the nominees and the predictions and the food and the dresses. Here are Casa Carole Knits we have special Oscar night snacks. I put on my high heels and my bling and we make a party of it.
So that’s what yesterday entailed and I had a good time of it. I did think Jon Stewart was dull and that was a disappointment. But overall, I enjoyed the show. My predictions were dead on, which shouldn’t surprise Dale anymore, and yet it does. I kept going back and forth over Brokeback Mountain and Crash but finally decided that Ang Lee would get Best Director and Crash would get Best Picture and I was right. I called George Clooney and Philip Seymour Hoffman and Reese Witherspoon and Rachel Weisz for their various awards.
And now it’s over for another year. And I’m home sick. But wait! I just remembered. I taped the post game show on E. So, there’s knitting and Oscar rehash to look forward to. Things just might be looking up for the rest of my day.