- God Bless America, there was falling. Or at least near falling. Jennifer Garner, unable to retain her balance due to her baby-feeding mammaries stumbled, then over-corrected on her way to the podium. We had to watch it in slow motion to catch all of the magical moments. The realization of the stumble, the horror on the face and the flailing.
- Michelle Williams is being called a fashion diva. That is a lie. She was wearing a tangerine colored dress and too much red lipstick. I hate to say it as I still have some Dawson's loyalty, but she looked a bit Courtney Love.
- Reese Witherspoon and her cute hubbie were, as always, fabulous and flawless.
- Cut to Phillip Seymour Hoffman (who I think looks a bit pervy, but my friend Katy thinks is cute) who continued to say awful statements like, "Yeah, I figured I would win. I've won all the others, you know." Not to mention he apparently couldn't be bothered to shave.
- And the little engine that could, Crash, pulled the big one out over (as Jon Steward pointed out wonderfully) the not-so-new gay cowboy movie. While I have not seen Brokeback, I can't imagine it is better than Crash which alternately makes you want to cover your ears and eyes, cry and awkwardly laugh all at the same time.
All in all, a lovely evening. Especially since there were martinis involved. Despite the fact that I was feeling a little ill, I forgot it all for about four hours.
The only low note: if only Dolly would have won. I know, I know, it's historical and revolutionary that Three 6 Mafia won, but come on. Dolly doesn't have too many good years left and surely she deserves a little golden statue to put on the bookcase in Pigeon Forge.
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