Libby Hill

What if you threw a party and nobody came?

Such a philosophical query came to my mind Sunday night when Todd and I threw our annual Oscar party and, well, hardly anybody came.

Admittedly I was of two minds about the situation. For one thing, I’m never very comfortable being the hostess, as I’m always deathly afraid that our friends won’t “mix” or that people will see how Todd and I really live.

Thus, part of me was relatively relieved when only two people showed up, as I don’t espcially like most people, even my friends!

However, the other part of me was pretty peeved at the way my hubby and I were summarily blown off by an astounding number of our nearest and dearest. Considering the fact that we’ve thrown an Oscar bash for the last 4 years, I imagine most people saw it coming and could have penciled us in.

I guess I was mistaken.

To be fair, it’s not as though I haven’t flaked out on innumerable social gatherings in the past, but it just seems different this time around, since, you know, we’re leaving forever in two months.

Meh. Who needs ’em.

Anyway, everything seemed to turn out for the best as a small gathering allowed me to shout obscenities at the screen in relative peace. For the most part, I found the ceremony itself to be rather dull, though I was pretty pleased with the overall turnout.

There are two important things to note about Sunday evening’s festivities, though. First off, the fact that I, for the second year running, won the Oscar pool, because (and I’m sure you don’t need to be told this) I am awesome.

The second thing is that I am completely and thoroughly sick of the Oscars and movies and all that craptacularness. I think it’s probably best that this hoopla only happens once a year, as one can only take so much Hollywood theatrical self-congratulations.

Said the theatre major.

Reach the vaguely disenchanted Libby Hill at [email protected].