September 8th, 2015
Every year I try to go to the GQ Awards because they're kind of a more random version of the BAFTAs - what they lack in the creme de la creme of the Movie Industry, they make up for with weirdness like authors and sportspeople and musicians and politicans and philanthropists AND movie industry people. And it's not usually held in sub-zero conditions in the darkness of late winter.
This year wasn't my favourite of years, but it was okay. Here's how it went down:
I'll be honest, I contrast to:
* The 2011 GQ Awards or
* The 2012 GQ Awards or
* The 2013 GQ Awards or
* The 2014 GQ Awards ...
... this wasn't in the top three. I say Lift Your Game, GQ. Past years have had better guests than this, and even if I'm not the arbiter of 'cool' and 'better' and would certainly not cast aspersions on the people who DID attend because they were nominated to receive an award... you need to find better people to accept those awards.
And I say that because I care. As a guy who wears hoodies and a beanie and sneakers to events, and who recognises just about 60% of attendees at these awards.... I am allowed to have an opinion!
That said, it was free and it didn't rain and the low-lifes in my pen probably weren't carrying communicable diseases... and the girl I like who I was going to catch up with tomorrow for the first time in 6mths was already likely to cancel... BEFORE she did in fact cancel.
So... until next time!
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