The night before the Awards Ceremony, they do a dress rehearsal of the Governor's Ball just to make sure EVERYTHING is perfect: caterers man your stations, lighting checked, glasses polished, gold-wrapped Oscar candies... everything. I'm working up an appetite and exercising my taste buds. No Botox needed since I have SMOOCH to plump my lips to perfection.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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