In case you haven’t heard me blathering on about it, I’m off to Los Angeles tomorrow morning to spend three nights in Hollywood. Through luck or some rare convergence of the cosmos, I have tickets to Oprah’s Post Oscar Party at the Kodak Theater.
My first thought when I first found out I was one of the winners of the ticket lottery was this: how am I going to be able to stay up late enough to attend a Post-Oscar Party? This detail reveals the sad state of exhausted parents around the globe: midnight is late. Further reading revealed that it was a morning-after party, where Oprah interviews all the major winners. I can be awake at 5 a.m.; I’m a mom.
So, tomorrow morning I’m heading to Tinseltown, as is my sister, and we’re going to meet up in Hollywood. And, if the stars are once again aligned, I hope to be posting regularly in this brief Ironic Mom Goes To Hollywood series.
After writing 10,000 words of report card comments earlier this week, today produced some non-work problems.
Here are a few of the middle class challenges that have befallen me today:
- Delta canceled the flight my sister was to take; of course, they announced this only 18 hours before it was scheduled to leave. Somehow I doubt they needed the plane in Libya, but they clearly didn’t want it in Winnipeg. After two frantic hours, she found another flight.
- The Air Canada website refused to print my boarding pass for three hours. This caused me to fast-forward to the worst case scenario: my ticket was a sham. Of course, it eventually printed.
- Vivian sobbed when I tucked her in. I had to rock-a-bye her five times and give her a picture of me with roses in my hair. Meanwhile, William had two toothbrushes in his mouth, was singing the ABCs, and was hopping on one foot. I can’t make this stuff up.
- According to the list of rules, I have to wear something bright to Oprah’s shindig. This was emphasized again when Oprah’s people sent another email telling me our seats had been upgraded (I’m hoping to Colin Firth’s lap). Wearing something bright is a challenge when you have a black and gray wardrobe. The memorandum also states that white doesn’t count as something bright (note to self: leave wedding dress at home).
- L.A. is in a cold snap, but not in the same category as freeze-your-eyelashes-together weather here in Calgary. But still, I have no clue what to pack.
- I was checking out some of the best places to go star-gazing (and I’m not talking about the Big Dipper). Later, I went to get a pedicure, even though I’m not packing sandals, and I looked through six People/Us/Hello magazines. The only stars I recognize are the ones over forty.
- I decided to pack our small camera, which turned into a ninety minute scavenger hunt for batteries, cords, and the actual camera, followed by a two-hour charging session. I have enough power cords packed in my carry on baggage to hang all Seven Dwarfs, and possibly Snow White too.
I’m hoping to tweet and post daily from Hollywood, but I won’t make any promises. Sometimes I’m befuddled by technology; tonight, for example, I am having trouble with the invention of the button. I have to sew one onto my spring coat, and this household task is one my husband usually rescues me from because I have the finger dexterity of a dog.
See you in SoCal.
Have fun. I can’t wait to hear the updates.
Yay for leaving the house without kids! Have a blast and I can’t wait to hear about it!
When in Hollywood, it’s important to act like your famous and important. Make all sorts of ridiculously cool stuff up about yourself when hob-nobbing. Like anyone will know. Also, I will pay you $100 for a picture of Colin Firth. Even just his shoe. Or pant leg.
With all due respect to Oprah and Colin Firth… you’re headed to the wrong Hollywood, my dear… (Hollywood, Florida is where the real action is…)
Lori Dyan says
I. Can’t. Wait.
You do not understand the depths of my knowledge when it comes to useless Hollywood trivia. I’m living vicariously through you for the next four days.* Have a fantastic time and take your book proposal in case you get trapped in an elevator with one of her producers…
Hi, I'm Natalie. says
So cool! You must post pictures of what you’re wearing!! (There is NO way I could stay up that late, not even for Oprah and Colin Firth. Well, MAYBE for Colin Firth… but I digress.)
Melissa Picard says
U R soooo lucky, meeting Oprah and all! I’ll be waiting to see your Post-Oscar Party pics! Have tons of fun!
Jennifer England says
Enjoy!!! Looking forward to catching your up-dates and hearing if you have a chance to meet Colin Firth!!! I’m sure you’ll look wonderful, no matter what you wear!!!
“Oprah’s people sent another email telling me our seats had been upgraded (I’m hoping to Colin Firth’s lap).” Best. Line. Ever.
Have a great time, Leanne!
I really really wish you were wearing your wedding dress.
how awesome! have a great time! 🙂
This trip of yours is one of the single most exciting middle-class events I’ve ever watched. In the annals of world history, it will long be remembered that Ironic Mom was the only woman who somehow managed to get me interested in what Oprah was doing (besides dominating the cosmos which is a clue to answer your opening query here about potential luck). Can’t wait to hear the updates!
If you sit in Colin Firth’s lap, let me know, I want to live vicariously! I think he’s just awesome… *sigh* As for wearing something bright, I hear ya. Bright is ANY color other than charcoal or black … Oh wait, thats all I have in my whole closet! I think I’d be puzzling over that dilemma too.
Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re going to Oprah’s post-Oscar party!! So jealous, less for the Oprah part, more for the Oscar part. I’ll be hosting a jeans friendly Oscar party tomorrow night, so if Colin Firth is a no-show and Oprah’s crew bans your entrance based on wardrobe mishaps, the appetizers and wine are at my house!
jan markley says
Have a great trip! Hope you meet Oprah and tell her about your blog….
Craig Olsen says
Don’t wear yellow Leanne
it will clash with Tom Cruise’s couch!!
Have a great time
:] Craig Olsen