tinsely & bruley

This might sound familiar to my long time readers.  And that’s all I have to say about that.

I’ll spare everyone my redundant thoughts on what happened at the Oscar’s.  (Anne was annoying, show was predictable, Mila killed it in that dress…)  To change it up, I’d like to discuss what DIDN’T happen.  Where were all the celebrities?  Totally get that it was a year of smaller, independent films.  But it’s the OSCARS.  In no particular order, the no-shows:

Brad and Angelina

Tom and Katie

Ashton and Demi

Ben and Jen

Michael and Catherine

George Clooney

Kate Winslet

Kate Hudson

Matt Damon

Robert DeNiro

Jack Nicholson

Johnny Depp

Sarah Jessica Parker

Jennifer Aniston

Cameron Diaz

Ryan Gossling

Julia Roberts

Sean Penn

Daniel Day Lewis

Philip Seymour Hoffman

Meryl Streep (!!!)

The nominees and winners from last year’s show, including: Woody Harrelson, Christopher Plummer, Stanly Tucci, Christopher Waltz, Mo’Nique, Carey Mulligan, Gabourey Sidibe, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Anna Kendrick, among others.

And last but not least, THE ENTIRE Inception cast?  Hey guys, pretty sure you were nominated for Best Picture.  I’m talking to you, Leo.

It just didn’t feel very Oscar-y. 

Oh hello Blog…I do apologize for being so MIA, but I’ve been apartment hunting, which always starts out fun and promptly turns into a nightmare. More on that later. I’ll try to recap my last week or so with some important stuff combined with some less important stuff. I’ll start with the fluff. Here goes nothing.

*I impulse bought these shoes.

And then I returned them.  Cuter in theory for me, I wish they were open toed. If you can rock them, I’d love to see!

* I love Jennifer Aniston’s new hair. It makes me want to chop all of mine off, again.

*My friend, Rachelle, came to visit me at work.  We used to sit back to back, and then next to each other for yearsandyears and hourafterhour at Wife Swap.  Now we’re both on the west coast, and she’s kicking ass at Undercover Boss.  It was so good to see her.

*Now on to more serious things.  I found out I lost an old friend last week. He had a great life and went peacefully. If only we were all so lucky. It’s never easy though, is it?  He will definitely be missed. I hope he’s in heaven now, sharp as ever.  Rest in peace, Papa.

*I also found out something so, so cool.  Remember my friend, Adam, the zookeeper?  The San Diego Zoo named their new baby hippo after him!  You can read more about it here.  Welcome Adhama!

*My friend, James’, memorial also took place.  You should definitely watch this video.  Jodi wrote a beautiful, beautiful speech, which I wish I could have seen her deliver in person.  To protect her privacy, I don’t want to publish the whole speech here.  However, she used a phrase to describe James that really stuck with me.  She said, “James was good at life.” This cut me to my core. Note to self: BE GOOD AT LIFE.

*Work is ca-ra-zy.  Not only is The Bachelor season winding down, but my department handles the Oscar’s.  No, I don’t get to go.  (But my friends and coworkers do…boo!) I don’t know much about it, but I personally will be watching out of curiosity to see the Anne/James train wreck OR masterpiece!  Totally jealous of certain coworkers who’ve been popping by the sound checks.

*Tomorrow is my little f’er’s 2nd birthday.  Poor little guy, it’s going to be raining all day. In the meantime, Happy Birthday Bruley!

Don’t be too excited little man!

*And now, I’m off to a day-long taping!  Anyone have an extra Ambien? I need to sleep til Tuesday.

Have a great weekend all!

So first things first, I love Brit. Always have, always will.  My personal thoughts on that video?  Well, the fight sequence would have been cool if Mariah hadn’t already done it.  The paint? Same thing, replace Willow. She certainly looks less dead behind the eyes, which is a step in the right direction.  A friend sent me an insider’s description.  Apparently, (and bear with me), the video is supposed to go a little something like this:

A star/pop princess hits the earth.  Everyone wants a piece of her.  (Sound familiar?)  She’s being controlled by everyone around her, including the media.  She then finds herself trapped in a marriage.  Hence the huge-ass, white ‘wedding’ dress.  She’s blindly led by all the people behind the scenes. Hence the blind dancers under her dress.  She then tries to fight it.  She fights the image they’ve created. Hence the brutal battle.  The pop princess dies. And then the real Brit, emerges strong and even bigger and better than before. 

To which I say, uhh, what?  Can’t she just dance?  K, thanks. REMEMBER WHEN:

mrlovett:

Do yourself a favor and go out and buy a bowtie. Bitches love bowties.

Confession.  I’m 26.  I think I have Bieber fever.  It started back in November. I decided to pop by the Nokia theater for the AMA sound checks the day before the show.  (Perk #7328937 of the gig).  I arrived early to catch the Backstreet Boys rehearse with NKOTB.  Oh! Funny side story. Joey McIntyre hadn’t flown in yet, so they needed a stand in. Out of nowhere, I hear, “Lance! Lance!” And sure enough, Lance Bass runs up to say hello to the boys.  He mocked taking position, and it was like the boyband trifecta of my youth had finally become complete. Anyway, the NKOTBSB were amazing.  AJ sat next to me for a minute to take in the view of the stage, Nick sat right in front of me, and it took everything I had not to turn into a 14 year-old-teeny bopper all over again.  Inside I was dying. On the outside, I was a calm, collected, Oh hey BSB, I’m just gonna keep looking at my blackberry cause I need to appear important and professional, person. So after watching Pink wrap up her rehearsal, I made a dash to the bathroom. I did my thing and barged out of the ladies room, only to absolutely COLLIDE with a small child.

I reached out and touched his arm; I apologized. (OMG, I just took out a kid, calm yourself!) And then I heard the shrieking from behind a barricade.  And then I froze. I looked up and saw 6, very large-and-in-charge men staring at me.  I looked beyond the men and realized I was getting DEATH STARES from little girls stuck outside. And then I realized the kid had fantastically shiny hair. Really, truthfully, a great head of hair.  Oh fuck me.  Fuck fuck fuck.  Way to go, Tins, I managed to walk run out of the bathroom at the EXACT moment the Biebs and his entourage were making their way into the theater for rehearsals.  (He was fine by the way.) He smiled and kept walking. A bodyguard shook his head at me.  (Oh, like I meant it, jackass!)  And we all walked back into the theater, and all was well in the world.

Except for me!  All it took was one whiff and an up close and personal experience with that hair.  I tots have Bieber Fever.  I’ve been keeping it a secret, but with all the exposure he’s been getting lately, I have to just come out with it. I need some Advil, stat.

I have a few more stories from that night—I told Taylor she sounded great in sound check, to which she profusely thanked me over and over again.  Girl is seriously adorable, even after an overnight flight from Japan and some serious exhaustion. Although her faux-snow landed right in my dinner. Could have done without that. The Band Perry was shocked I knew other songs off their album besides, “If I Die Young.” Rhianna is really someone to watch rehearse if you ever get a chance.  Same goes for Usher—talk about a perfectionist, but in the most professional way.  And Pink? Love her. Amazingly hilarious.

And I realized I never posted pictures from the AMA’s, so here goes nothing:

This is roughly hour 8 of rehearsals, and Unger and I started to get loopy:

Pink’s balloons, which landed precisely on my head.  I thought someone would have told me they were going all out in rehearsal, and perhaps I may want to move.

Hard to tell, but here I am amongst 100000 balloons:

The day of the show: