I Want To Thank My Agent, My Moustache…

While you bad boys were up late watching the Academy Awards, we were just starting our day at work. Despite our environs and the fact that Brangelina here means "more curry!", thanks to my low-brow weakness for celebrity news, and having dragged Alex down into the muck, you bet we didn’t forget the Academy Awards!

This was cause for great excitement in the Park-Jermyn household. I mean, we’ve been to some pretty outrageous parties, but when it comes to party planning, nothing can top this in Vellore. Our agenda for the evening was to fill out a ballot, then look up the winners on the web and browse pictures of the red carpet. Naturally, no actual viewing was on the agenda, given our lack of tv. When the hour finally arrived, we made our entrance to the festivities in our most elegant clothes – Alex in his finest tuxedo (on loan from the Sharpie Marker fashion house), and myself in a luxurious one of a kind (pool-) dress. Dang! We was smokin’!

The hosts of the Oscars Day-After party arrive on the Red Carpet.

Cool. The papparazzi couldn't get enough of this black tie ensemble.

To build up to the occasion of printing and filling out ballots, we cooked ourselves up a mighty fine and high class supper. We had paneer (pressed milk curd) cooked with Korean marinade (soy sauce flown in -- I mean trained in -- from Bangalore) followed by Basmati rice pudding. Ain’t Oscar shaped cookies, but Mm-Mm: T-t-tas-tee with a capital T.

After dinner, Alex cleaned up while I started the task of finding and printing Oscar ballots without inadvertently learning the results. We spent a few thoughtful moments making our ex post facto predictions, then the festivities began! The computer was turned on ceremoniously, we settled into our seats as the orchestra played our dial-up fax-screech tune, followed by a star-filled gala evening of oohs and aahs, and periodic barks and shouts at the screen: "You nasty!" "Pregnant or fat?" "Thats hot" "Work it Punjabi MC!" and so on until the mosquitoes started biting and it was time to go to bed.