Last night we had somewhere around 35 people, not counting the neighborhood kids who sequestered themselves in the kitchen to draw and color, or the one wiggly toddler who really wanted to be exploring the house. And this year I noticed more than ever how the ones in the basement formed their own separate parties. My party consisted of our work liveblog and the people immediately behind and in front of me. Cass, on the other side of the room, was at a different party altogether, with a different group of people, plus ballot-grading duty to distract him. There was a small party of co-workers and former co-workers in the back row, and I’m not sure they associated with anyone else, though I did come back to check up on them midway through the ceremony. I visited the outpost of Upstairs a few times. But given that when people first came in, I was running around pulling things in and out of the oven, there were people at our party for five hours whom I maybe said five words to.
And usually by hour five, people are tired and ready to be gone, so the second the last award is announced, people are out the door. Given that most parties feature lingering and chatting and a few tail-end stragglers and sometimes 4 a.m. conversations, I’m always a little amused and surprised by how quickly 35 people can retrieve 15 Tupperware containers and 35 coats and 70 shoes and get themselves out the door. This year one of our Oscar-tabulation winners was out the door so fast, he didn’t learn that he’d won until he returned half an hour later for something he’d dropped.
So my experience of the Oscars is always a day of baking, two hours of setup, a blur of Hello-your-coats-go-here-the-food-is-her
I hope everyone enjoyed themselves at our seven different Oscar parties in the same room.
I'm-a feelin': busy