Last night, McDirt watched the Oscars together while feasting on a meal fit for a king and queen, respectively. The feast included an epic Caesar Salad made with good Caesar shit, endless Breadsticks (seriously, so many breadsticks), a McClure penne pasta dish and a Texas chocolate cake. In all, over two boxes of butter were consumed and a serious amount of heavy cream. But hey! We weren’t the ones slinking around in ball gowns and tuxes. No, we were actually in sweats and a dog costume!
Obvious from the prior post, I (Dirt) was granted permission to wear the Wilfred costume. When you are single and your mom is hundreds of miles away, there are few ways to be swaddled. A dog costume is one of those ways.
Anyway, back to the Oscars. I think we should discuss who “Oscar” really is…besides a 24 karat chiseled naked man. The other day I heard many theories on who Oscar really is. There are many myths and many theories. Here is a little back story for you guys… http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_did_the_Oscar_statuette_get_its_name
Also, another fun fact…the Oscar statues are made right here in Chicago, IL. Each award weighs around 12 pounds and goes through an intense process where they are dipped in several different metals prior to being dipped in gold.
As for the outfits go, Anne Hathaway looked like an unfortunate 12 year old in that pale pinky pointy-nipple satin gown. Samuel L. Jackson, although a bad ass, looked asinine in a burgundy velvet jacket, shiny silver Asian shirt and chocolate brown bow tie. Our favorite gal, Jennifer Lawerence, looked amaze as usual. We are really pissed that Bob DeNiro has still not won an Oscar. That’s all I have for now! Because I am leaving work soon.