Perhaps you’ve heard my rants on the Academy Awards being inferior to the Tony Awards.
You haven’t though because I tend to keep my non-sensical biases to myself. Er…most of the time. This year, I embraced my hypocrisy and joined the mass hysteria that was Oscars anticipation.
So I joined my Glam brethren (sistren) at Soho House for an Oscars viewing party. I had a blast watching sitting in big, fluffy screening chairs with a drink in hand and snacks galore.