Our Oscars Disaster.

The night went quickly from bad to worse…to blows.  First, not even two minutes into the thing, Doogie Howser starts singing about prison rape.  Nice.

Then our satellite craps out.  One minute we’re laughing at Steve and Alec, the next minute…blue screen of death.  Really?  Direct TV?  On Oscar Night?  You guys suck!  We reset the thing like ten times but nothing.  In fact, we still don’t have service.

We were all pissed but Kirk took it really hard…he’s a huge Christopher Plummer fan and he felt for sure that, “this is Plummer’s year!”

Around one in the morning Jesus and I heard something and that’s when we found Kirk.

Sometimes the only way to help someone is to kick them and make sure they are not dead.  And that’s exactly what I did.