Well That Didn’t Go Well

Normally I would follow up my Emmy preview with a post listing the results and how I fared at guessing the winners. Thankfully I made that easy on myself by guessing almost none of the winners. It’s a great strategy, really. Lessens my workload tremendously.

I’d like to think that that’s what I had in mind when I guessed that Sally Field would repeat as best lead actress. STUPID. You never, ever, (emphasizing this by hitting head with mouse) ever bet against Glenn Close. I’m not going to say that she would sleep with the entire Academy to win, I’m just saying that she’s probably already slept with most of the Academy.

The good news? The show was a turd. So we don’t have to spend any more time talking about it than absolutely necessary. (P.S. That doubles as an acting note to the hosts. ZING!) But I will say this: TV is awesome, despite Howie Mandel. And although I spent an inordinate amount of time writing that last post (and you wasted an inordinate amount of time reading the first third of it), I still believe that there is no better unifying force in the world than television. And love. Television or love.

Fortunately something that did go well was my vacation in Costa Rica. Here are a few things I didn’t know about Costa Rica before I went:

Where it was. Apparently, Costa Rica is sandwiched right between Nicaragua and Panama – two places that people never go to on vacation, unless their idea of fun is trafficking drugs and shouting things like, “Why are you trying to sell me?” So this was a little disconcerting, especially when Brooke and I got a little lost while driving from the airport to our resort and started seeing signs for Nicaragua. Because that’s how easy it happens, especially in the movies: Two lovestruck vacationers accidentally drive into a war-torn country, get a flat tire, and must pose as traveling textile salespeople to survive. And seeing as the only Spanish word I remember is zapatos, and the only pair of shoes I had to sell were my own, and that just the idea of trying to carry around a wide enough variety of sizes to suit even a fraction of your potential clientele. . . well, let’s just say it’s best that that plan never got test-driven.

And that’s just the first thing I learned about Central America! Stay tuned all week for more lessons, observations, and hopefully not racist ruminations on the awesome time we had in Costa Rica, which (and here’s a bonus nugget of info) translates to Rich Coast. Rich with what? Beauty. Or drugs. Beauty or drugs. (Seriously, you can buy them right in the pharmacia. I did. By accident.)

Also, don’t stop voting for Puppy. There seems to be a grass roots movement for Shadow. Which is great, because I’m sure that Shadow is a really nice dog. But fuck Shadow. Vote Puppy.