We've said it before, and since we have no qualms about repeating ourselves on this site, I'll say it again: I love this woman.
I love how suffused with joy she is. I love that, instead of being a detached actor, she acts as psyched to be at the dog-and-pony show as any of us would be if we were plucked from obscurity, blew the roof off an amazing starring role, and got nominated for everything under the sun. How cool that she's willing to enjoy herself and admit that this whole thing is drenched in Awesome Sauce. And I love that this dress suits her better than anything I've seen her in so far -- great color, cool detail, and a simple style that accentuates the right things. I just want to invite her over for dinner, pour some wine, and get the gossip -- because you know this is a girl who is not wasting her night, and will have some killer stories about smacking Intern George's rump or asking Sandra Bullock how she got her hair so very, very shiny, or chest-bumping Robert Downey, Jr., plus all the other dish from the shadows. Like, you know this girl does not deal in Blind Items, and that is the way we like it. Come on over, Gabby. It's wine o'clock.
