They had quite a party Saturday night; that annual local ego fest called the Northern California Emmy Awards.
Hide the kids!
I make fun of these dreadful dinners because they're dreadful. Often times the scene of long-winded speeches and unintended giggles.
And that's before the booze is poured.
Don't ask who won and lost. Most people don't care. Even the people who win tend to downplay the affair --some have been known to get blitzed and are flat out drunk on stage and off. That's a highlight. One year not that long ago I was invited to an EmmySF at the Hilton and saw some local TV weatherwoman go positively goofy --I think she raided the margaritas before the show even started. It was kind of funny.
Don't get me wrong. The Emmys are important and some people in the biz are damn good reporters and anchors and producers and are worthy and should be honored, it's just I don't know if the Emmy is the right deal Hell, in order to even win an Emmy you have to, get this, pay for the award! One noted reporter at KGO has so many Emmys he keeps them in his garage.
I have an idea: I say we all honor the winners some Saturday night at Tommy's Joynt. I'll be the emcee --we'll get wasted and have some grub later. No suits allowed. I'll tell jokes and breakdance. It'll be a blast.
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