Exclusive: Zanna Roberts Rassi's Oscars Diary

Friday, 8 a.m.: I land and pop-in to visit the Fashion Police team to dish the dirt on our cover shoot with Keira Knightley.

Friday, 8 p.m.: Arrive home to a dinner cooked by the gorgeous Dree Hemingway (who, the next day, won a Spirit award for her first film, Starlet) and her beau Phil Winser of Fat Radish. Lucky me.

Saturday, 6:30 a.m.–6:30 p.m.: Check into The Roosevelt (my room above the set and pool). Rehearsals start Saturday at 8 a.m. Natalie (my trusty assistant) stands in for Giuliana Rancic and did a damn fine job.

Sunday: A packed schedule.

Sunday: My point-of-view from the desk.

Sunday, 4:30 p.m.: I sit on the panel with Giuliana, Kelly, and Kimora. We dish on the red carpet looks as they arrive: We debate what's in Bradley Cooper's hair, are shocked by the lack of Valentino on Anne Hathaway, and vote Charlize Theron and Naomi Watts our best dressed.

Sunday, 7:30 p.m.: The grand finale: the after-party show. I don my custom-made Nellie Partow midnight blue tux — which she knocked up for me in one week — with my Aquazarra shoes and Jacob & Co. diamond finger shield. I fit in perfectly with my tux'ed co-hosts, Jason Kennedy, Dave Kranger, and Ross Matthews.