Happy Oscars Eve!

As I sit in my room at the lovely Renaissance Hotel preparing for the 82nd annual Academy Awards tomorrow, I am excited, exhausted, anxious, and wondering "how in the world did I get here?" This is my second year working in the marketing department of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, so my nerves are significantly less than they were at this time last year, but they are still alive and well, to be sure. 


Here is a brief run down of how my day will go tomorrow:
4:47 AM-- Wake up. Pray for no rain. 
5:30-7:30 AM-- Report to the bleacher area lining the Red Carpet (my co-worker Lorrin and I are completely in charge of this) and make any last minute preparations that must be done.
7:45-10:45 AM-- Welcome the 705 eager bleacher fans (who are coming from LITERALLY all around the world). 
11:30 AM-- Go upstairs to my hotel room for hair/make up/wardrobe change. Pray for no rain. 
1:30 PM-- Come back down to the bleachers. Attend to all the fans. Wait for Lorrin to get ready now. Pray for no rain. 
2:00 PM-- Check on the amazing Oscar viewing party we are hosting for the fans at the El Capitan Theatre. 
4:15 PM-- Walk down the glorious red carpet with my super hot date (Mary!!).  Take many photos.  (Look for us on the pre-shows!) 
5:15 PM-- Say bye to Mary briefly as she gets seated in the Kodak Theatre.  Go back to the bleachers and help execute the filing out of bleachers. 
6:00 PM-- Make sure all bleacher fans are out of stands. Drop off supplies in our hotel room. 
6:10 PM-- Finally make it to my seat in the Kodak for the OSCARS.
7:30 PM--  Report to the Governor's Ball, the official Oscars after party. 
8:00--9:00 PM-- Stand by the staircase of said ball and ask the nominees and winners if they want to do the press line.  (IE: "Hi Mr. Clooney, would you like to do the press line?")
9:00-12:00 AM--walk around the ball and 'spot' the stars.  (IE: "Meryl is talking to Sandra at table 32"). 
12:00-2:00 AM-- eat, drink, dance, and be merry at the Governor's Ball to properly end the craziest, longest, most surreal day of my year.  


Yowza.