Every year I wind up accidentally live Tweeting the Oscars. It’s that cheap champagne/loud mouth tendencies/self-important celebrities on parade combo that gets me every single time.
This year, I’ve decided to commit to it. I just ate a piece of barbecue chicken, I have white wine chillin’ in the fridge (Two Buck Chuck ’til I die) and I’ve invited my good friend and fellow bloglady Marrisa A. Ross over to join in the fun.
Feel free to follow my Twitter account, as well as Marissa’s, if you’re looking for some snarkalicious commentary fueled by the combination of our own bitterness and, of course, inexpensive libations.
We’re in Los Angeles, so we’ll officially start at 5:30 PST.