Oscar Night

Watching the Oscars is one of my favorite annual television events. Better, of course, than the SuperBowl, or most sports events (excluding the tennis opens). But since it's aired on ABC, and for some reason Santa Cruz does not get ABC, I missed it. We watched a depressing documentary, "Why We Fight," instead. Granted, rather than feeling like a tub of lard by the end of the night, I felt enlightened and terrified. But still, I wanted to see pretty people wearing pretty things.
So, first thing I do when I wake up is check the blogs and search for pictures, who was wearing what? Naomi Watts was on the worst dressed list, which seemed a bit wrong to me. But then again so was Meryll Streep, so she's in good company. I also read the fugly girls' play-by-play. After all, I'm glad I missed it this year. It sucks me in for four hours, and in the end it doesn't feel worth it.

Back from Tahoe

Dave and I went to Tahoe this weekend with some friends to celebrate Clay's 30th. We were only there a night, and I was too much of a wimp to get on the slopes. But I gambled and won some money at the slots. Levi won over $100 on the roulette table, which was the highlight of the day. And then we chilled back at the "cabin," which was really just a small condo. I got into a discussion about Stringer Bell's (from "The Wire") moral character. I couldn't shut up about it, but it was totally fun. Laura and I are thinking we need to write a paper on this show. Cause, c'mon, it deserves it.

I wish I had taken some pictures up there, but I didn't. Use your imagination.