The 2005 Academy Awards, Part 2

If you ever wondered just how much of a dork I really am, let me offer you a glimpse, through my words (’cause I certainly do NOT have a photo ... thank God!), of A Defining Moment of Dorkdom:

I settle in on my couch on a Sunday night in hopes of the perfect ending to a perfect Do-Nothing Day, during which I have slept past noon, awakened with only one thought in my head — I MUST have nachos fiesta sometime today! (apparently, this has now become a Sunday ritual for me) — watched a movie, found a couple of birthday cards and JUST the right frame, done a lil’ bit of writing, played on the computer for a minute or two and then watched a lil’ more TV.

I flip over to the Oscars, and we’re barely into it when Scrap wins for Best Supporting Actor! And soon I am flipping between Episode 2 of The L Word (so far, not so good for this series, which is the primary reason I signed up for digi-cable in the first place! ... but I digress) and the Academy Awards, basically, from 9 o’clock on. Sometime in there, I call The Lovely to let her know that Joshie is singing (with Beyoncé, and they were lovely together), and next thing I know, ol’ Hilary is pickin’ up her 2nd Oscar!

So, by now, I am totally stoked ’cause I know there is a chance, a chance, that Million Dollar Baby will win more gold. As expected, Jamie Foxx wins for Ray, and during his speech, I have a moment ...

He’s talking about his grandmother, and how she was the first person who taught him how to act, by giving instructions like “Stand up straight” and “Act like you got some sense” and stuff, and it reminds me of my mother, who taught those same ideals to my sister and me, and who could have won at least half a dozen Oscars for her directing abilities because she could command either one of us into action with merely a glance or either one of our names, depending on how she said them ...

(But that is not my dorkdom moment; that is simply a memory.)

: )

And after Jamie, Clint wins for directing, and now I am absolutely certain, with that hesitant certainty, that $MDB just HAS to win — I mean, after all, it has 2 of the top acting awards AND the best director! — and then: IT WINS!

And I jump up off my couch, do a dance on the living room floor and then start doing little jabs in the air, just like Maggie does when Frankie tells her she is going to fight the British champion. And all the while, I am smiling.

Yeah, baby.

: )