Those who watched my old pal accept the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay last Sunday probably thought my contempt was grounded in jealousy.
He acquitted himself well, sorry to say. Maybe he’s changed.
*What newly minted Oscar winner brought his golden statuette to the clubs last night, hitting up West Hollywood’s OBar? One of those beautiful people out there in the dark tipped us off saying, “Someone brought their newly-won hardware out in their murse for the evening. Oscar, meet Smack. A week from now, it would go from funny to tacky.”
Trust me, dear, it’s already tacky and oh so him.
*I think it’s safe to assume that this year’s other big Oscar winners — Sean Penn, Danny Boyle and the ghost of Heath Ledger — weren’t cruising the bars in WeHo Thursday.
Must’ve been 18-and-over night.
Less than a week and I’ve heard a few similar stories about a certain 3 named character flaunting his fancy new man on nights other than last Sunday.
And here I thought that Three-6 Mafia were the only ones.