Academy Award Throwdown

Let me set the stage for you.

Two years ago, I happened across a printable ballot and made copies for my roommates and I.  We filled them out, mostly making guesses.  I mean who has seen all of those foreign language or documentary films anyways?  At the end of the night, Josh walked away the winner.  So the next year, I was out for redemption.  Aaaaand, at the end of the night, Josh walked away the winner.  So once again this year, I was ready to take Josh down.  Or at least watch someone else win.

I supplied popcorn for distraction.

And sorbet champagne cocktails for inebriation.

This was genius.  

Taking a rushed picture with no less than 3 remotes in the background, not so genius.

And we filled out our ballots.

I laughed as Justin Beiber made an appearance in the opening skit.

Squealed as Tom Hanks showed up at the first presenter.

Gasped and said, “Ummm, is that J.Lo’s nipple??”

And hoped one of those cigarette girls would hand Angelina Jolie some popcorn.

I also raked in the wins.

I thought, “Who knew P.Diddy was part of an award-winning movie??”

Wondered why Emma Stone’s eyes were closed half the time she was on stage.

Was absolutely wow-ed by Cirque du Soleil.  

And said, “Is that Pharell playing the drums on the balcony??”

Then when it got down the the last big four awards, I realized I’d made a huge mistake.  I’d marked Demian Bichir for best actor, when really, I meant to mark Jean Dujardin.  Those names are both so French, it’s easy to confuse them, right?  I knew Jean was going to win.  Meaning I was going to lose.

So yay for Meryl.

And Octavia.

And Jean.

But losing totally sucks.  Except that I still beat Josh, who came in last, so in a way, I kinda won.

You’re going down next year, Joey.