I still stink at Oscar pools.
While Kathryn Bigelow did fulfill my hopes and expectations with taking home the Oscar for best director, I failed MISERABLY in most other categories - including both writing awards. Seriously. My Mom picked both. And I was wrong. Ouch.
Overall, the telecast was pretty entertaining, save the original score dancers. WTF? And, while I loved Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin as hosts, did we really need to see 45 seconds of them sleeping in a bed together?
I slept well, though, soothed by the echoes of shattered glass falling like raindrops onto the stage of the Kodak Theatre that rang in my ears as I headed to bed, dreaming of possibilities.
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