My sweet husband is home!
Robyn is one of my best friends, a sister of my heart and married to another one of my best friends. When people talk about the village that raises our children, Robyn is the mayor of that village for half of South Orange and Maplewood. Her mom is my Local Jewish Grandmother and she and her wife are The Goose's godmothers.
Robyn planned on a quick visit early in the year and it turns out she'll be here for the Oscars!
Evan and I have had a family tradition for years for all the big award shows -- we TIVO them and after we wrangle the kids into bed, we eat paté and antipasto and hunks of good bread for dinner, quaff some bubbly (usually prosecco but sometimes, if I get lucky, we have Cava) and we revel in the awards. In the past, we were on the East Coast so Robyn would some over after wrangling her own three kids into bed and we'd drink and coo over gowns and clap with glee every time Kate Winslet won something. So it's a BIG FRICKIN DEAL that our Robyn is going to be here for our first CA Oscars.
Local folks: Our Robyn has never dipped her Jersey Girl toes into the Pacific, so the beach is at the top of our list of things to do. I'll bring her into Hollywood for a touristy day and Evan will bring her on the WB Lot for a tour. What else should we do? I'd love your suggestions.
(The title of the post refers to Jesus Christ Superstar, one of my favorite unappreciated movies that is on in the background as I write this.)