Sometimes life begs for a dose of frivolity. While I dabble in tastes of frivolity on almost any given day, today is the grand buffet. The Oscars.
It’s my Super Bowl. For years I have watched all the movies in the big categories – actor, actress, supporting actor, supporting actress, director, and film. When I had the time I also saw all the original screenplay and adaptation categories. It’s always been tough to see the shorts and documentaries. Before I had kids I rarely saw the animated movies. Now it seems that’s all I see. This year I missed the mark but saw a decent chunk of the nominated movies. Selma, Boyhood, Birdman, Theory of Everything, Imitation Game, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Gone Girl. I’ve got my ballot filled out.
Mac Daddy has humored me all these years, accompanying me to movies and enduring the droll ones and the period pieces that he loathes. Every year we sip champagne and eat fancy food whilst in our jammies, sitting criss cross on the floor with the coffee table as our buffet. For almost 20 years he has indulged me. Tonight he told me he’s whipping up an Oscars-worthy dinner, replete with homemade dessert. I’m to sit back and indulge in this annual bit of guilty pleasure.
I’ve pulled out my favorite fuzzy blanket to curl up with. You see, I’ll be perched on the couch for hours. All the red carpet nonsense is my pre-game show. I’ll shut my eyes around midnight after we know the best picture winner. My house will be silent, for no one cares but me. One by one my family members will peel away, yawning, bored, and questioning my judgement. I’ll bask in a bit of frivolity until Monday’s reality kicks in.
A good film is when the price of the dinner, the theatre admission and the babysitter were worth it.