Oscar Night

Princess Caroline has had a bit of a poopoo pouty day.

Today was a day off, so some sleeping in was enjoyed this morning. I did miss breakfast though, but luckily I had stolen a handful of granola bars (not actually stolen...they were provided for us...) from our last theatre venue. I munched on my granola (and mini cadbury eggs, lets be honest) while catching up on my interneting. I did this long enough to get grossed out with myself so I made my little hotel room to-do list. I crossed off "shower", crossed off "laundry" (I hate doing laundry at home, and doubly hate doing it in a hotel), crossed off "thank you notes". All the while, I was trying to wrangle the gang to take a trip in the big white van to L.A. A friend was going to an Oscar after party at the Roosevelt hotel and invited us. No one. Wanted. To. GO.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The van had better places to be, like the mall, and the movies. I get it...I get it... I mean I love a good outlet mall too...

(Ok enough whining...)

BUT I did pout around my room for a little while. The pouting was egged on by the rumbling in my belly. I thought a luxurious late lunch (a wonderful example of alliteration, thank you!) would snap me out of it. I walked over to the hotel's restaurant while chatting with my pops. I always get a little home sick when I think about how far away I am from everyone...but thank my stars for cell phones. But yes, the lunch helped. I sat at the bar and watched Oscar red carpet activity while inhaling some honey glazed orange shrimp and brown rice. And I had a beer, ok? I ate every last bite (and drop) then headed back to the hotel. I got a surprise call from an old high school theatre buddy and had a lovely little chat. It was great to hear about all the stuff he is doing out in L.A. When the work isn't coming to him, he is making it for himself. You go!

Watching the Oscars (alone in my hotel room, NOT at a hip party in L.A...just to clear that up) made me a little sentimental...ok really sentimental. There seemed to be so many "firsts", which I think is just awesome. And I have to say I am sort of glad the "biggest block buster in history" didn't win best picture. AND the director was a LADY. And Sandra Bullock made me cry. As did the guy (I forget what he won for) who told all the kids out there to create even if they don't have the support. It made me proud to be part of an arts culture that is (or should be) basically after the same thing. I am part of a little subset of a larger community that exists to create, and challenge and entertain, and push buttons. Those little moments humanize Hollywood...it was refreshing.

Now I am just watching E! footage of the after parties. In my holey jeans and my glasses with only one ear stem. I feel so glamorous. Honestly...after too many glamorous nights in Vegas, its a nice change of pace. Riiiiiiight..... ;)

Another day off tomorrow...ah the actor's life is SO hard!

XO.