So, I was going to live blog the Grammy’s last night, but Caleb forbade me from doing so, because for him, sitting next to me while I’m snickering and ignoring him is boring. Weird, right?
Soon after he laid down the law, he went out to go get us some ravioli for dinner, and I was left to my own devices. I obeyed his wishes for ten minutes, but then found myself with so many things to say. For instance, at first I was like, oh, that’s weird that LL Cool J is doing the intro, who gives a shit about him. And then I was like, holy shit, is LL Cool J hosting this thing? Because seriously, who gives a shit about him.
So I ran over to my bag to pull out my laptop. Just as I was opening it, Caleb walked through the door. “Oh no you don’t,” he said.
A bottle of wine later, he was a little bit numb to what I was doing, so I picked up my phone, and started Tweeting. You can read some of what I wrote here. For a few minutes, I went fucking nuts, and then he realized that I was up to something. “Are you on Tweeter?” he asked me. “No you don’t!” He really said Tweeter. And then he hid my phone from me.
So, sadly, you can’t read every single thought that I had during that mess of an awards show that I loved watching with every fiber of my being. Especially the 60 seconds when The Civil Wars sang their pretty little ditty of a duet in perfect harmony, after which I bought their entire album. I love tinkling guitars.
As a balm to soothe my heart ache, I’ll do some fashion analysis. Here it goes.
I think the clear winners of the evening were Sophia Grace & Rosie, who do this cover of Nicki Minaj’s “Superbass,” in which they prove that even toddlers can sing, dance, and rap better than Nicki herself, especially in live performance. They served as correspondents for the Ellen show all evening.