This is exactly what our cupboard of accolades and honors looks like at home.

We’re touched, really. You shouldn’t have.

Truly. It’s just too much. You’re honoring us? Me? Li’l, old me? And on one of Hollywood’s gayest nights?

We’re so touched, that we are indulging in a Oscar tradition: We are borrowing bling to wear. And arm candy. But, truly, just borrowing. Then putting right back. Honest.

Listen: There’s still room. At my table, even! C’mon enjoy Rebecca and Mocha skewering all things sacred and have a course or three or just come for the party (and even the cheap seats have access to all the Tito’s you can lush).

This article appears in March 5 • 2010.

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