Oscar's Eve

In effort to recover from Saturday night (and as a means to gossip about the whole affair) the girls still on their feet hit lattes in the afternoon and then Alli, Beth and I did some therapudic shopping. But to be fair, Beth is the spendaholic and Alli and I kept our wallets intact.

After shopping Kennedytown, the IFC, Anna came and met us and we all went to see Capote.

How much do I love Philip Seymour Hoffman?

The movie was pretty disturbing actually, but in that "this is an extremely well-made picture because its shaken me to my soul" sort of way. I highly recommend it. (Mom- this recommendation does not apply to you. The movie is about brutal murders and deception and creepiness. Its not for you.)

So now most of us have seen most of the major Oscar nominees and will be up at 8am watching the show. Over strong coffee. I bought sausages too. I might make breakfast. It'll be thrilling. I'll wear my new gold shoes. Or not. I wore them all day shopping and blistered between my toes pretty admirably. But I'll have fancy feet in other shoes. The Oscars are all about fancy feet.

Count the hours.
Abby