(Side note: I'm writing this as I watch the "Arrivals Special" on NBC. Worst questions ever. Why is Carson Daly hosting the red carpet? Carson, I loved you....in 1999. TRL was your forte. Please, stop asking red carpet guests, "What are you wearing?" It's a dress. It's a tux.)
I love the Golden Globes because everyone is a little bit tipsy. It's sort of like the first hour of a college formal, everyone is dressed in fancy clothes but, you know in a few hours, all hell is going to break loose. I also love seeing my favorite TV actors mingling with the favorite movie actors. I get excited like I had something to do with them being together - that satisfaction you feel when you introduce your "friend groups" and they hit it off. "Matthew Morrison, meet Jake Gyllenhaal. Jake, meet Matt. Matthew is on a show called Glee. Matthew, Jake is
(Side note #2: I love that Tina Fey just said, on the red carpet, that she is excited about being at the Golden Globes because "There are, like, real movie stars here." And, I have to give him credit. Carson Daly is getting a little bit better, perhaps I was too harsh.)
T minus 20 minutes until the start of the show.
Who will win?
Who will trip up the stairs?
How many people will Ricky Gervais offend?
Will there be an acceptance speech that brings me to tears?
How many winners will tell their children at home that it's "time to go to bed" in their speech?
Bring it, Golden Globes. I'm ready to take in all the glamour from my couch while I wear my incredibly un-glamorous sweatpants.
Who am I wearing? C9 by Champion, for Target.
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