All those tonights

 

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there’s nothing more fun  than watching the Oscars with a gang of gabby gay men - riffing on Nicole Kidmans Prada schamata, spewing  sacrilegious about the stars who worked their magic long before we hit the planet, roasting fashion, noticing tiny, nutty things, sparing no one, being way more mega witty than easy mean. I was famous for my O parties for decades. Not tonight - the 95th ceremony. Not quite there yet but feel like it on days - friends long gone, some go on somewhere, some not that lucky but all of us, we’ll always have the Oscars. Paris smarish.