Oscar Party
As a lot of you know my wife Mary worked on "No Country For Old Men." She is the costume designer for the Coen brothers… and mine if you think about it. My wardrobe tends to reflect whatever movie she's working on, because she buys me clothes when she’s out shopping for the movie. It was great when she was designing "No Country," because she bought me a lot of cool cowboy shirts… Man, did I dodge a bullet when she turned down "Priscilla: Queen of the Desert."
"No Country" won a bunch of Oscars this year including Best Picture, Best Director and Best Script. We were fortunate enough to be invited to the after party at the Chateau Marmont in Hollywood. For those of you who don't know, that's the place where John Belsushi died of a drug overdose, but they cleaned up since then.
Speaking of cleaning up, Mary looked hot in a sexy 70's number and I looked pretty good myself. No tuxedo, but a black Hugo Boss suit with a pocket square… suit provided by Mary – another purchase while working on a movie with a bunch of guys in suits.
A lot of the winners showed up at the party. Joel and Ethan Coen, Tilda Swinton and the guy who won for Best Documentary – about an Afghan taxi driver beaten to death by American soldiers while being held in extrajudicial detention at the Bagram Air Base – Man could that guy party!
Best Supporting actor, Javier Bardem rolled in with his entourage of Spaniards, who relentlessly hit on everything in a dress. They moved from one unsuspecting victim to another. It was like watching Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. I don't know how many women made it out of there alive.
The highlight of the evening was Javier standing on the end of the bar drunk and singing the Rolling Stone's "Sympathy for the Devil" into his Oscar statue. Given the circumstances, I would have done the same, but I probably would have chosen "Brown Sugar."
Sadly, we're not a picture taking family. Mary and I went to Hawaii together and the only picture I took was of Mary throwing up off the side of a catamaran. But if you look close, in the background, you can see a small part of the Na Pali Coast… it's really beautiful.
So we don't have any pictures of the night.
Well, I have one.
I made my friend Jess take it. It's of me and Diane Lane. Diane Lane is older than I am, but I somehow look like I could be her father. I'm looking into botox this week.
And you can see my pocket square.
What you can't see is my fourteenth vodka and cranberry that I'm holding out of frame. Which is how I got the nerve to ask Diane for a picture in the fist place.
In one drunken breath:
"Hey Diane, I'm Murray. Mary and I had a barbeque in Sante Fe. You came. Smile."
CLICK.
She still has no idea who I am.
If you haven't seen "No Country For Old Men" I highly recommend it. I'm glad it won, because it really is the best picture of last year... And if they didn't make it, Mary would have had to take another movie and I could be writing this blog dressed like a fifteen year old pregnant girl.
"No Country" won a bunch of Oscars this year including Best Picture, Best Director and Best Script. We were fortunate enough to be invited to the after party at the Chateau Marmont in Hollywood. For those of you who don't know, that's the place where John Belsushi died of a drug overdose, but they cleaned up since then.
Speaking of cleaning up, Mary looked hot in a sexy 70's number and I looked pretty good myself. No tuxedo, but a black Hugo Boss suit with a pocket square… suit provided by Mary – another purchase while working on a movie with a bunch of guys in suits.
A lot of the winners showed up at the party. Joel and Ethan Coen, Tilda Swinton and the guy who won for Best Documentary – about an Afghan taxi driver beaten to death by American soldiers while being held in extrajudicial detention at the Bagram Air Base – Man could that guy party!
Best Supporting actor, Javier Bardem rolled in with his entourage of Spaniards, who relentlessly hit on everything in a dress. They moved from one unsuspecting victim to another. It was like watching Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. I don't know how many women made it out of there alive.
The highlight of the evening was Javier standing on the end of the bar drunk and singing the Rolling Stone's "Sympathy for the Devil" into his Oscar statue. Given the circumstances, I would have done the same, but I probably would have chosen "Brown Sugar."
Sadly, we're not a picture taking family. Mary and I went to Hawaii together and the only picture I took was of Mary throwing up off the side of a catamaran. But if you look close, in the background, you can see a small part of the Na Pali Coast… it's really beautiful.
So we don't have any pictures of the night.
Well, I have one.
I made my friend Jess take it. It's of me and Diane Lane. Diane Lane is older than I am, but I somehow look like I could be her father. I'm looking into botox this week.
And you can see my pocket square.
What you can't see is my fourteenth vodka and cranberry that I'm holding out of frame. Which is how I got the nerve to ask Diane for a picture in the fist place.
In one drunken breath:
"Hey Diane, I'm Murray. Mary and I had a barbeque in Sante Fe. You came. Smile."
CLICK.
She still has no idea who I am.
If you haven't seen "No Country For Old Men" I highly recommend it. I'm glad it won, because it really is the best picture of last year... And if they didn't make it, Mary would have had to take another movie and I could be writing this blog dressed like a fifteen year old pregnant girl.
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