Awards season officially kicked off last night with the Golden Globes, and it was just pure fantastic fun.
I often question my blogging, “Why the heck am I doing this?”. Yes, obviously it’s exceptionally lucrative and the sky-rocketing fame is incredibly rewarding, but sometimes I question whether the intense workload is worth it…Not last night. Knowing I wanted to blog about the start of this glittery season, I settled in on the couch, put my husband in charge of the short people, and zeroed in on the TV. I was all business. Notebook and pen in hand to take notes. Volume cranked up at even the hint of someone screaming. This was serious, people. It was the Golden Globes, and Mommy was working.
Best job I’ve ever had. Throw the some popcorn and wine, and it was the best night I’ve had in a while.
I’ve got pages and pages full of notes that have already been hashed out all over the internet, but in case anyone was searching for a late-to-the-party, completely unfashion-savvy, starting-to-doze-off-around-10pm take on Sunday’s festivities, these are my top hard-hitting observations:
Adele’s acceptance speech was adorable. She is an adorable new mom, and I now want to be her best friend. I’m sorry, Mindy Kaling, I’m sure this is hard for you to hear, but I’ve been publicly declaring my love for you for months, and you’ve completely ignored me. Your loss; Adele’s gain.
The ManiCam on E! was weird. It was hokey. I didn’t totally hate it.
There is so, so much that could be said about Jodi Foster last night. I’m only going to say one thing: that woman doesn’t age.
So JLo just cut up a doily then and pasted it to her body?
Jessica Alba, Anne Hathaway, Amy Adams = gorgeous and classy. Unreal, ladies.
Bradley Cooper has become the epitome of Hollywood. It never occurred to me before last night, but he is the future George Clooney. Watch it happen.
Ah, Sally Field. You’ve still got it, you really do. But it’s time to put an extra stitch across the boobage, my dear hexagenarian.
Those who truly deserve awards are the make-up people. Not the ones who do the make-up for the movies, the ones who do the make-up for the stars for the Golden Globes. Clearly there was some sort of incident-gone-wrong with Claire Danes’ dark eye shadow, and Amanda Seyfried was also looking a little Walking Dead-ish to me, but the rest of the ladies were stunning. And I give the credit to their make-up artists. After my own recent foray with pen eyeliner (scroll to the bottom for the horror), for which I entirely blame the fantastic Kim of Let Me Start By Saying, I fully get how hard it is to create a look that is more “beautiful” and less “splotchy tiger with a recent bad face-lift”. Applauding the way these artists wield that blush brush.
Okay, so I admit–I definitely crashed before the end, and in my haze of giddiness/tiredness, I may have been way off my game. What did I miss? What Golden Globes missives are you day-after buzzing about?