Meet my one degree of separation with Red Carpet greatness for the 2009 Academy Awards, this year....

-
My handsome, tuxedo'd up reporter husband, Pete Larsen!



Note: Dashing handsome Orange County Register reporter with handy-dandy notebook interviews "difficult" celebrities on the cement carpet. (Oh, wait, that's not "Steve" in Blue's Clues, is it?)


Peter Larsen, The Orange County Register: Hello, Miss, can you answer one or two questions, for me?
Miss Larsen #1 : I need to check with my press agent, first.



Reporter: So, who do you predict will win the Academy Award for Best Actress this year?
Miss Larsen #2: Why, Mom's old school chum, Melissa Leo, of course!
We all saw Frozen River can't tell why on earth it got an "R" rating, because Mommy talks like that all the time.


Note: Dashing press vehicle including official OSCARS press pass.



Okay, so, once again I waved so long to my husband, tuxedo'd up and ready to meet and greet the stars who strut down the infamous red carpet on their way into the 2009 Academy Awards.

And, once again, I get to watch from home.

Que, sera, sera...

Comments

Prince Gomolvilas said…
Those caption are hysterical. Could YouTube videos be far behind?
February 23, 2009 at 10:33 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Mysterious Skin: Amazing night of theater at East West Playersysi

-
Last night I made my way up and out of Orange County to go see Mysterious Skin, written by Prince Gomolvilas now enjoying it's Los Angeles premiere at East West Players. ***Note:  I am not a reviewer.  I am not a critic.  (I married one, which is why I can say with confidence, I am not this.  If you want real reviews of Mysterious Skin  you'll have to look to other publications wise enough to have send their press in to cover this show now running at East West Players.) Me? Currently, I am just an Orange County mom who loves theater almost as much as she loves writing.  (True, I used to act, but now I just "mom."  And I write.  But, again to clarify: Not a critic.) And these her blogged thoughts are just my day-after impressions after having seen some great theater in Los Angeles last night. I have to say, I was in a hurry.  I had my kids to juggle,  too pick up from their schools...Dance classes, etc.  Hustling them home (interesting choice of words, in r
Read more

I tried to flush Schaeffer's sweater down the toilet.

-
Especially when those paths go back even farther than high school.  I think he and I were butting heads as far back as elementary school! If my memory serves me right, Schaeffer and I ended up, briefly, in the Guilford Central School together.  Fall 1968.  Yep. I was a newly transplated girl from New Orleans dropped unceremoniously into a tiny, extremely humble elementary school out in the boondocks of southern Vermont.  I had NO idea what the hell I was doing there and was suffering my own case of "Other-itis."   I In my case, as an only child of often charming, but highly eccentric parents, my wild ride hit some very bumpy patches, More on that later. Back to Eric:  See as a newcomer that year to Vermont from New Orleans I had an accent.  I wore dresses and probably continuing too make my parents happy by literally curtseying to the adults they trotted me out to meet. Politely.  Of course.  That was my job.   I can promise you, however, once you curtsy to a farmer, y
Read more