Chocolate candy and popcorn. Propping up my feet. Waiting for the show to come
The Mr. Pibb is sitting securely on my right and ready to drink. Oh, what a treat!
My head is tilted back and relaxed, with my legs crossed. Hugh Jackman is sexier
than the models of Elle.
My imagination runs wild, picturing him dancing in the barest of essentials,
performing like the speed of a flick of a ring toss.
The screen is huge and plenty of company is here. No one's alone.
Thank god everyone was respectful enough to turn off their cell phones.
A raffle was drawn. My ticket was put in. Not too many good prizes were offered.
Glad I didn't win. The entertainment was terriffic. The event was social.
One situation was irritating when an announcement of another winner was
announced in the middle of an interesting commercial.
The popcorn was very expensive. The Mr. Pibb tasted a whole lot better than the
However, my candy bars were absolutely nasty. The dry scalp and hair needs a
No fleas or roaches are around. No moms are flinchin. My shoes are black and sharp,
resembling Stacy Adams.
Not Dockers. I must say that I was impressed by attending the watch party. We all
enjoyed the Oscars.