I didn't watch the Grammys, because I don't really care about them. But I did enjoy reading the recap .
I realize big-name Hollywood stars don't need my sympathy, but I did sorta feel for Dustin Hoffman messing up:
8:07: Hoffman, seeming dazed (let's hear it for "Bruce Springstreet!"), announces that for the first time the Grammys will proceed with no host, and therefore, no laughs.
Know that feeling you get when you blurt out something and the words come out intolerably screwed up, it's like time slows down and you can hear yourself saying it, but it's wrong and who said that anyway?
It's happened to me and believe me, although it's embarrassing enough to say it in front of millions of network television viewers, it is even worse to make that mistake in front of your eighth-grade class. Which is what happened to a friend* of mine who delivered his line in the class play as "Look, it's Fled Frinstone!"**
* This was not me. I did not have lines, although my humiliation quotient was suitably high because, for reasons that were never explained, I was forced to appear in crowd scenes dressed as a nurse.
**I don't know why Fred Flintstone was making an appearance. I hope we didn't have to pay an appearance fee to Hanna-Barbera.
(As you can see, some of us haven't gotten over the memory yet.)
*giggling* Wait, were you dressed as a nurse in the same play with the Fred Flinstone walk-on? What sort of play was this, anyway? In my 8th-grade class we did Oliver and there were no appearances of any kind by any Hanna-Barbera characters.
Posted by: Laurie on February 26, 2003 09:55 AMI believe a subset of the class wrote it. It was set at an amusement park, which explains the Fred. It does not explain the nurse outfit.
Posted by: Anne on February 26, 2003 01:16 PM