{Katierose + her boyfriend Matt, Tony, me + 5 dogs walking the red-wood carpet-deck/eating pizza in the rain. Maggie is really working the camera.}

The Oscars are sort of like the Super Bowl for people who love Hollywood…Couture, beautiful people crying on camera, beautiful people imitating people with diseases, beautiful people changing their accents, beautiful people playing ugly people, beautiful people brave enough to gain weight/look their age, general backstabbing and celebrating an almost unattainable dream that a select (beautiful) few have achieved (for now, anyway. Dianne Wiest won two Oscars back in the day and is currently having trouble paying her bills.) In other words, I love it.

I’m pretty fanatical about watching every single minute of the awards ceremony, so I usually skip out on attending or throwing a party for fear that people will actually want to be social. (Also, I
like to wear my eating pants and only want to be around people I trust to witness how much food/champagne I shove in my body, and love me anyway). This year, it was my parents, Katierose and her boyfriend Matt,
and Tony’s stepsister Steph and her husband Steve.

Before things kicked off, Tony set up our iPhone tripod and did a solo photo shoot in the backyard. His posing skills are on point, after honing them on last week’s real red carpet:

We spent most of the night on our phones, judging or snuggling dogs

We ate two large pizzas, two bags of chips, a dozen donuts, 2/3 of a cake from Susie Cakes, 6 bottles of champagne, a pack of beer and a pile of sushi. Heaven. Last night, I dreamed that I went to the Oscars in my wedding gown and Travolta stroked my face. It was magical.

I hope your night was full of Hollywood magic and waist-busting food, too!