Blah, blah, blah, mur, mur, mur

I have a headache. More of a migraine really. So I’ve no idea what to write about today. Well, tonight now. And as I predicted, today would be a day that I would much rather just go to bed than write these 365 words of blah, blah, blah and mur, mur, mur.

But I never back down from a challenge. So here I am writing. And I’m watching the tail end of The Golden Globe Awards. I love to watch award shows. I love to see all the gorgeous dresses and exuberant jewelry. The outlandish shoes and sparkling smiles. Although I gotta say this whole return of the mustache thing is marring some of my favorite faces, much to my chagrin.

The only thing that is a constant frustration for me with award shows is that inevitably, most of the movies that gain recognition are movies that I have little or no desire to see. Except this year. I really want to see almost all of the movies that are up for awards. The only real exception is the Woody Allen one, but that’s mostly just me and my aversion to just about all things Woody Allen.

What I really love about award shows though is that even though it’s easy to get blinded by the bling and glamour, every once in a while you get to see a glimpse of who these people really are. Their humor or their absolute shock at being picked over someone like Meryl Streep. And my most favorite, the occasional peek at an actor’s completely unabashed adoration of what they do.

And holy shit, check out Mickey Rourke!

Anyway, I just love the glamour of it all. I think there’s a part of me that’s always wanted to be glamorous. But I just don’t have it in me. I’m not all that graceful, especially not in heels. And I cuss like a sailor. My laugh is too loud and I love to eat too much. Satin does nothing for my hips and I just can’t pull off having big ol’ rocks around my neck.

But it might be fun to walk the red carpet. Someday. In flats. And jeans.