I am an award season junkie. I read all the polls on the nominees and watch all the red carpets. The Emmys, SAGs, BAFTAs, Critics Choice, etc. are the playoffs. If the Golden Globes and Independent Spirit Awards are the NFC and AFC championaships, the ‘Big Game’ is the Academy Awards–that’s Oscar to folks like me.

As a former actor-turned-celebrity-blogger, these shows are serious business in this house. So while the hubs and I may invite you over to watch the Super Bowl, me being vastly more obnoxious about award shows, won’t let you anywhere near our couch for the Oscars. Again, the operative word here is ‘obnoxious.’

The truth is,  I’ve learned this to be the best protocol to protect and preserve my relationships. I realize I am undoubtedly missing out on good fun when it comes to the parties, the food, and the pools that I would unfairly win. I am fully aware of what I am giving up, but I am doing so to maintain my friendships, for surely, my friends would see me in an unfavorable light if they were to talk too loudly over the broadcast.

It is for your benefit, sweet friends, that I will never invite you over to watch such a show.

With love,

Master of What

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