a stomach bug,
a big food event.
This has been the last few days. Sunday morning I was at cheap hair salon in a rundown mini mall getting a blow out in preparation for Oscar night. I went there because there is not a lot open in the way of hair on Sundays and it’s cheap.
My friends Heather and Nina, with her darling little girl Ruby, had road tripped down from San Francisco for the fun times. Feeling good.
Then my sister Cecily called and told me her father in law Louis Mitchell had just died. Ugh. My tummy started to hurt. Hurt for his family and recalled for me my own father’s passing. So sad for my brother in law. I knew he would feel the pain in his head, stomach, neck. His father had been sick for a while, but it’s always a blow no matter how prepared you think you are. Now my brother in law was “in the club” as my friend Nina puts it. That means someone who has lost a parent.
“I can drop everything, do you need me?” Cecily said no. The Oscars didn’t seem quite so important anymore. Nevertheless, that hard lesson when someone you love passes is life does go on. Although what was to be a total fun day had a tinge of darkness on it. It was also a tad annoying to have the guy who was doing my hair, “What happened?”
I told him.
“Oh, God bless, light some candles. Light some candles.” He repeated this so many times I was tempted to say “why is there a power outage?” I wanted to be sad for the moment, but didn’t want to mourn next to this guy who reeked of tobacco who believed candles held the key to grieving.
I raced home to take Rex to a kiddie party, but he was asleep. So, Heather and I decided to go and see if the Oscar attendees needed our help. The show starts at 5:30 so Carole’s hair and make up lady arrived at 11:30. Kevin got tickets to the big show for his brother and his wife, Meaghan and my nephew. I was glad I showed up because I helped Meaghan with her hair.
It was fun to see Carole getting all dolled up. The nominee was relaxed. He was jotting down a few things to say in case he won, but he wouldn’t share them with us. The car arrived at 2, though they didn’t get in the car till about 2:45.
Heather said, “We have to get ready!” So, back home we went.
Seeing Carole’s pro make up made me spend a bit more time on my own. I was walking the red carpet , but was presiding over an Oscar watch party and Campanile and then Heather and I were going to the Fox Searchlight post Oscar party.
Rex said, “I want to wear something handsome.” So, we put on his vest and good pants. Vivien loves to get dressed up. My mom had arrived at our home at 3pm and settled into watch the red carpet hoping for a glimpse of Carole and Kevin. We figured they wouldn’t do an interview with him on the big stations, but we might see him. She kept moving the channel around from E! to TV Guide ( oh people still work there?), to the our local coverage. She didn’t see here. Meanwhile I was getting texts from my cousin Mary and another friend, “I just saw her.” “She is by Octavia Spencer.”
Me, my friends, kids, mom, Mark and Oliver and Dolly our baby sitter went of to Campanile. It was so cool.
The catering director had set it up perfectly. He had a big TV set up on one wall and rows of tables in C shapes fanned to the back. Friends of ours trooped in. I ordered everyone to fill out their ballot. The winning one would win a $50 gift card to Campanile.
As the show began we were all craning to see if we could spot them.
“They are in Row k” My mom started counting back from the stage, “a, b, c” Then our friend yelled, “there she is.”
They were towards the back, but visible and Kevin was on the aisle. My mom was chuffed. We all knew what it meant. Winners are sat on the aisle. Time seem to fly ( not something I usually say watching the Oscars.) The Oscars are more fun to watch with 42 of your friends and family while you served the best food in LA. I didn’t have a seat for awhile. Rex had kicked me out of our shared seat, “mommy, go get your own chair.” But, he got tired so Dolly took him home and I got to sit down in front next to my mom. Vivien was happy hanging with her cousin and grandma’s.
Cecily and Lily had shown up. She had been tending to her grieving in laws, but said, “not to be insensitive, but I’ve got an Oscar party to go to.” They all understood, “Good Luck to Kevin.”.
All of a sudden it was the editing award. What?? Everyone figured his competition was from “the Artist”, as they were favored to win best picture. The day before the editor of “Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” ( who had won last year for “Social Network” told Kevin, “I”m rooting for you.”) They showed quick clips of all the editors talking. When Kevin’s face came up we don’t know what he said because we were all screaming.
“and the Oscar goes to…”Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.”
We all slumped our shoulders a bit as we saw my sister Carole in the audience mouth “Wow.” The winners were behind them and she said they were surprised as well.
After a few minutes I got up in front of the crowd and said, “Okay, let’s all do this together, AHHHHH.”
Many of us were saying, “hey he was nominated!” or “he will be back”. Cecily said, “I’m taking this harder than everyone else, I just wanted some good news today.”
We did get one thing to cheer about Alexander Payne, and his co writers took the gold for adapted Screenplay for “The Desendants”. He is one of Kevin’s best friends and good person. It would be the pictures only win, I’m glad they got something.
We also whooped it up when we got some more good shots of Carole and Kevin.
Particularly when they gave an ovation to Oprah, James Earl Jones and the other special award winners there was a shot primarly of them clapping and smiling.
I got texts from my cousin “great shot of Carole”. People were cheering for Kevin all across the country. His family who live outside of Buffalo even had a story about their watch party. With a world full of cynics it’s sweet when people root for each other.
Party was done and all departed. Heather and I drove up to the after party. Some of the stars of “The Desendants” were there. My nephew and his aunt and uncle. We heard about their time at the Oscars.
After a while Carole and Kevin showed up.
The were in a great mood, it was all exciting even without the win. Then a big cheer went up. Alexander had walked in holding his gold. It took him a while to get to us and when he did I asked if I could take a picture with he and his Oscar.
“Only if you hold it” say things that make me love you more. Heather snapped the picture. But the flash didn’t go off. I turned and Carole, Kevin and Alexander had walked out the door. I went after them. “What’s going on ?”
“We are going to the Governer’s ball” Carole said. It was perfect timing because I was exhausted, but I was gouch enough to want my picture. So I asked Alexander fro a retake. In reality he obliged kindly, but this picture makes me look like a crazy stalker and he like he just had root canal or perhaps fears the crazy stalker.
I’m not going to kid you. I was trashed the next day. Trashed. I can’t stay up till 12:45, and not be. Plus there was so much emotion in the day. I cancelled everything on Monday to spend time with Cecily.
Tuesday I woke up sick, sick, sick. I’m just coming out of it now. But, since I’ve only eaten jell-o and tea I’m almost at my ideal weight!
Tonight is the big Mark Peel Roy Choi mashup that I came up with ( yeah me!). I’m telling my tummy to get it together because I want to eat the great food. The event is sold out.
Ah, La Vida.