beginning of the Oscar Holiday was my usual musically filled eves...Who
knew what was lurking in the shadows...
found myself, again, at the Roxy Theater on a musical date with Kasey
Yes, the Aussie songbird was back on our shores. Thank God! Kasey
has since won the ARIA Award for female singer of the year in Australia
and was listed in Rolling Stones top 50 pick for the year 2000.
course, yours truly beat them all to Kasey's door. I take a deep bow.
Ms Chambers, backed once again by her dad Bill Chambers, enraptured
her audience with her talent, wit and body piercing. And yes, dear
Worm, her road manager extraordinaire was once
again at the controls. By the way, does ANYONE know why this guy is
We were even treated
to a sighting of Nash Chambers himself (big brother and producer and
not a bad looking one at that!) Must find a way to
get adopted into this family.
Well, I was still
floating on the notes from Kasey's throat
when Emily Blunt's plane touched down in dear old LA LA land. Yes,
Belinda and Emily
were let loose on poor old Beverly Hills together. It started with
the traditional traffic jamb on the 405 freeway. For God's sake people,
were you all going? I was trying to reach LAX and collect Ms Blunt!
I was getting afraid I would never see Emily and her luggage. At the
crawl pace I
was going I was afraid I would miss the Oscar's all together, and
they were three days away.
the best efforts of L.A. traffic, I made it to the airport, got Emily
and baggage and got her delivered to her hotel, The Beverly
Hilton, celebrity central.
found us in a cluster of celebs. At first it appeared they had all
converged on the lobby of the Hilton to welcome us, but it was the
annual PR luncheon (of course I swear I saw Michael Douglas break
into an uncontrollable grin at the sight of us).
By the way, Catherine
has got to be one of the most beautiful females ever, I swear she
is channeling Ava Gardner.
After we untangled
ourselves from this web of celebs
we headed to Oscar central to collect the "credentials".
The coveted Pass to the Red Carpet! This proved a bit confusing, going
from room to room at the Ramada Downtown. After a few false starts
we had our passes and were ready to SLEEP.
You see, we had
stayed out way too late the night before at the Formosa Cafe. Hell,
somebody had to keep Micky Rourke's bar stool warm (remember Barfly).
We power slept,
then out we went again! We hit Malibu, not too hard though. No celebs
that night, I
believe they were all locked behind mansion walls communing with the
spirits of past winners trying to get some good karma for the night
You can almost
feel the fear factor in the air, careers were about to be made or
destroyed with the opening of an envelope. You could cut it with a
knife, or was that the smog?
Well, anyway, we stayed out once again too late, and I awoke the next
day, pre-Oscar day, with the FLU! Arrgghh.
Yes, Mr. Influenza
struck! He must be a Republican! Well, I missed pre-Oscar Saturday
all together. Spent it in bed with the cat and running a fever.
Did have some
pretty cool hallucinations. Swore I saw Betty Davis in my kitchen
brewing me some tea, but I refused to take it, I Saw What Ever
Happened to Baby Jane, no effing way was I, no wait, Betty's dead,
that was a fever dream. Oops.
Well, Oscar morning
arrived and I reached down into my reserves and pulled out every ounce
of strength I had, not to mention the fact the Emily
Off we went in
the bluntmobile to the Shrine Auditorium. The mayhem was about to
the crowd to a fever pitch, had them
on the feat screaming for more, or maybe it was the free T-shirts
she was handing out!
Met some pretty
cool and dedicated fans of film and some not too bad looking foreign
press correspondents (hey Aussie Hunk, hint hint).
Emily got interviewed
and did some interviewing and then the clock struck and all passes
turned into pumpkins! The place was cleared for the celebs arrival...
Not to worry,
we dragged ourselves
out of there to go watch the actual awards. Emily went on to some
pretty cool parties but alas, yours truly had to go back to bed and
fight it out
with Mr. Influenza!
I am glad to report
I have since made a full recovery
but wondering why Betty Davis is still in my kitchen?
off and heading out into LA LA Land in search of more adventures!
by Erika Bolin
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