First Person Singular by Wendy Braitman

filed in Holiday Cheer

Holy Night of the Oscars

March 5, 2010 ⋅  Email This Post ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

The only year I remember missing the Oscars is when my mother did the unthinkable and died a few days before, which brought me to the East Coast to mourn. My heart was breaking, and I couldn’t imagine sitting in front of the TV with everyone decked out and carefree. But my California buddies disturbed the shroud of silence when they phoned at midnight, to shriek about the results. During the San Francisco years, I’d go to my friend Dick’s house, where he always served up the best booze and food. I’ll be having my own crowd on Sunday, beginning with nosh and the Red Carpet, and later, Chicken Gumbo à la Emeril Lagasse. I’m betting on The Hurt Locker, Jeff Bridges, and please, make it be Meryl Streep.

VOTE update – top contenders are “ART SEEN” and “GALLERY.” New write-in vote: “ART WALL”

• Home
• About
• about-site
• archives
• Art Seen
• Contact
• Subscribe