and the oscar goes to...

Last night was our big Oscar party at Chez Millie. We've been doing it for years and it gets bigger (and I think better) every year.

This year as you know I had nooooo desire to plan or host a party. I decided to just suck it up and do it anyway. I figured since there was research showing that if you force yourself to smile you start to feel happier that the same thing could work for Oscar parties.*

What do you know? It worked.

It was a tremendous effort on both the mister's and my part. The early part of the week was scrambling to get the kitchen done (heat ducts/registers installed/floors finished). I lost the use of my kitchen from Wednesday am to Saturday am. Not the most auspicious timing when I needed to be prepping and cooking but it all worked out.

I shopped, prepped and cooked from Saturday morning until the second set of guests arrived. The mister painted, unpacked, decluttered and generally worked his ass off.

The house looked great. The kitchen looked amazing. I seriously will post pics in a few days. It was so much fun to show off our hard work. It was the first time we had people over to our house since September. It was so nice to get such good feedback on all our hard work.

I made all kinds of fun things, some were even healthy. I was sooooo spaced out that I realized I threw out one of the desserts by mistake.**

I was even able to stick to my  W8 Watchers points because I was so busy hostessing I forgot to eat.

Needless to say I did NOT forget to drink. A couple of Kir Royales and an In Cold Blood Martini had Millie in fine style.

Our Arthur Anderson Accountant tabulated the votes and in a tasteless display I won the pool for the first time ever. I did really well this year including choosing all the acting prizes right, the Foreign Film (Tsotsi from South Africa of course!), various documentaries and such. I'm most proud of my correct pick for best original song. I think I was the only one at the party to choose "It's a hard out there for a Pimp." I actually love that song and am singing it now.

The mister placed second. We tossed our results and awarded the prizes to the third and fourth finishers.
We also gave the Best Costume award to a couple of great looking (and talking) gay cowboys.

A good time was had by all. Kind of nice doing some normal things again. Even better feeling truly happy doing them.

*In one of my previous lives I worked in an infant lab studying social development, relationships and smiles. This is not the same lab where I was in charge of the maggots. I was trained to code facial expressions and all different types of smiles. Of course I'm partial to the Duchesne smile, aka the true smile. If you want to fake it but have it look 'real' you need the cheek raise. Just a tip.

**Carrot cake shooters that in my warped mind I thought was really old tomato soup. Hours of reducing carrot juice to liquid gold down the drain. Literally.

Comments

[thalia]

I wish I could come to one of your parties, they sound like so much fun. When you post the pics of the kitchen how about posting us a recipe for one of the fun things?

[ninaB]

come cook for me!! your creations always sound amazing. Glad you had a fun filled evening. It's nice to have a noisy house sometimes.

[chris]

So, doing your part for Hollywood's progressive agenda, hmmm? And plying people with food while you're at it? And gay cowboys!? Shame on you.

Next you'll be telling us you do yoga or something.

And yes, I was wrong on all my Oscar picks.

Oh, and you cannot even vaguely reference food and maggots in the same post. Blech.

Toodles.

[mm]

Ok if we ever have an infertile blogland gala, you are so in charge of the menu. Can't wait to see pics of your new kitchen!!

[Julianna]

Here is to being normal....AND happy! WHO KNEW!!!!

Much love,

[Donna]

Normally I would never question the menu of someone as worldly and sophisticated as you, dear Millie, but seriously, carrot cake shooters? What movie were they from?

[daisy mae]

i seriously live on the wrong coast. must speak to the original daisy mae's papa pronto - we must move west. like pioneers. what i would give to go to a pahty that does not serve velveeta or little hot dogs cooked in grape jelly.