Like the other night, at the Golden Globes. I would talk about good movies and bad, as well as the horrible/wonderful dresses.
And the funniest part? Would be that I would force my husband to watch with me.
I would say something like "Oh. Em. Gee. Ben Affleck is so friggin' hot."
And he would say "I can see her girl parts in that dress."
Then I would say "I love Hugh Jackman."
And he would say "Jeeze, Jodie Foster looks a lot better than I remember."
And of course I would have to say "Honey, that dog won't hunt."
And he would look at me like he had no idea.
We all knew, peeps. C'mon. We knew long ago. We knew here:
...and it didn't make any difference, because talent is...well, talent.
But it'll be funny when DL and I can watch these awards shows together because someone has asked me to write about them because I am just so dang WITTY that I will surely have some funny stuff to say. And my husband will be next to me on the couch, wondering why Jodie Foster isn't throwing herself at his feet.
And I will give him an elbow in the ribs and say "Why isn't Rick Moranis here? I want to see Rick Moranis."
Of course, if Rick ever decides he wants to rescue me from a life enslaved (by the dang house), I don't know what I'll do. Because I really like DL.
It probably depends on whether or not he will take me to an awards show.