
Anyway, my mind quickly changed after seeing The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Slumdog Millionaire, and finally my favorite actress Kate Winslet (and winner of best actress as of an hour ago, gasp) in the Reader.
While sitting on my couch in my sweatpants, I could only imagine the gown I would wear if I was on Brad Pitt’s arm, or what I would say to Ryan Seacrest’s annoying questions. I also floated off into a land where I held an exclusive invite to the Vanity Fair After Party.
Normally, the party is an extravagant, to say the least, gala filled with the recent winners, their dates, and any famous celebrity you would die to lay eyes upon. I’m sure it still will be, minus the normal extravagance. Last year, the writer’s strike forced Vanity Fair to cancel the famous party. So this year, they were ready to show what everyone had missed the year before, and then some.
However, our good friend the recession got in their way. According to an article from the Huffington Post, Graydon Carter, the editor-in-chief, announced that “the party will be a much more intimate affair than in years past; we’re going to scale back the guest list considerably… it will be a cozier, more understated event. And one with familiar décor — given the current economy…”
Not even the year’s most celebrated celebrities will get a larger than life party. Clearly, this recession is affecting all of us.