Tuesday, September 14, 2004

all night stilleto

okay, so here goes. a re-cap of some of the film fest fun that has been had so far.

friday night was to be our very first film of the festival ('Creep' at midnight). starr and i wanted to go check out the red carpet action for the gala of 'I (heart) Huckabees' in hopes that Jude Law would be there. a friend of mine from work, michelle, ADORES Jude madly, so she came with us.

we made our way to the theater, grabbed a spot of sidewalk across from the theater with all the other gawkers, and waited. of course we were laughing and joking around and maybe, we really have no idea why, it caught someone's attention. a guy came up to me and said "excuse me, i'm doing a documentary for the CBC, do you mind if i interview you on camera?" i said "no" and he said "great, i'll be right back" and walked away. i tried to get michelle into doing it since she's the aspiring actress but she said "no, this is all you". so the guy came back. i'm thinking it's going to be him and maybe one other person holding a camcorder, i was wrong. 3 other guys came back with him. a camerman, a boom operator, and some guy who introduced himself to me and then just stood there. a rough transcript of the interview:

dude: "so who are you hoping to see here tonight?"
me: (quickly searching for a name) "Jude Law"
dude: "Jude Law? What about (i forget the name so we'll call him Artie Henderson) Arti Henderson?"
me: "totally, yeah, Artie Henderson all the way"
dude: "do you know who Artie Henderson is?"
me: "i have no idea, no"
dude: "he's the projectionist showing tonight's film"
me: "ohhhhhh"
dude: "don't you think projectionists deserve just the same or even more respect than people like Jude Law?"
me: "yeah well, they just need to get their names out there so we know who they are i guess"
dude: "did you know that women all over the world have pictures of projectionists hanging in their bedrooms?"
me: "where can i get one?"
dude: "okay, so let's say you're in Yorkville, Jude Law and Artie Henderson both want to have lunch with you but you can only pick one, who do you pick?"
me: (looking like i'm putting a lot of thought into it) "Artie all the way!"
dude : (to the camera) "you see, projectionists ARE hot"

so it was a strange experience, but a fun one. then the limos started to arrive, out popped the likes of Jason Schwartzman, Selma Blair, Zooey Deschanel, Lily Tomlin, Mark Whalberg, and Dustin Hoffman. everyone was freaking for Marky Mark and calling him over. he had quite the large entourage, i dubbed them his "funky bunch". at one point, while he was being interviewed by one of the many press people, i looked over and saw a member of his funky bunch looking over in our direction. i thought "is that guy looking at michelle?" he leaned over to Marky Mark, whispered something and then Marky Mark looked over. when he was done with the interview, instead of going into the theater he came across the street to sign autographs. he approached our area and michelle said "can i just shake your hand? i think you're beautiful" they shook hands, he asked her her name, and so on & so on. he walked away to sign some more stuff and all of a sudden it got silent, like it was a set up for what michelle was about to say. she didn't say it overly loud but he wasn't that far away either. she blurted out "why don't you just come over here and kiss me?" to which Marky Mark replied with an air kiss in her direction and a "you're beautiful". this all lead to his manager coming over to us asking "which one of you is michelle" and then telling us an address and a time to be there. we realized that we had just been invited to the after party!

shit, this is already so long. jump forward to kate arriving at my place after her film to drop off a purse i requested, us telling her what happend and saying she HAD to come along, us getting dolled the fuck up, and me in stilletos walking out the door. i have NEVER worn high heels in my life, nevermind stilletos. i borrowed them from michelle. i'm pro now.

jump, again, to us arriving at the address (SO close to our house, it was perfect). jump to us standing in front of a hoochie bitch in Gucci shoes holding a clipboard. jump to "you're not on the list" spoken by the hoochie who didn't even glance at "the list". jump to michelle feeling like shit. jump to celebs (like the delish Taye Diggs who kate couldn't take her eyes off of) arriving, going inside, and coming back out almost instantly. jump to me saying "our night is NOT over, lets hit Yorkville".

we arrived in Yorkville which was simply crawling with people. we ended up in a bar called Flow where our first round of drinks (vodka and red bull) cost us $58. starr went upstairs to find us a seat where we then sat and nursed the shit out of our golden cocktails. enter "the money". this is what i dubbed the 4 or 5 gentlemen in expensive suits who we ended up chatting with (i know, i have a bad habit of dubbing people). one "money", a doctor at Mt. Sinai, suggested we get out of there and hit a club. * i'm going to have to jump again, this could take a while if i wrote every detail *

we ended up at 'Lobby' drinking more and more red bull & vodka. it was feeling pretty good, totally out of our element, me in stilletos, doctors and lawyers buying us drinks, and then the back area got closed off. two big bouncers stood guard.

i came back from the washroom (the swankiest shitter i've ever seen) to starr saying " Jamie Foxx is in there. i said to him that he was going to win an oscar and he said thanks baby then kissed me on both cheeks." lucky us that kate is so damn cute, one of the bouncers took a liking to her and long story short (too late), we found ourselves in the private party with Jamie. at one point i opened my eyes (they always close when i'm dancing) to make sure my ladies were all still there and that none of the many agents, producers, directors, etc. hadn't stolen them away. i located starr, i saw michelle, but where was kate? i scanned the room in near panic when i spotted her, phew, her and Jamie were just shakin it together.

anyway, we had a frigin blast! we rolled into bed around 5:30/5:45 saturday morning only to have to get up for a film at 12:00pm (which really means we had to be in line by 11:00 if we wanted seats together). tired. we had another movie saturday night at midnight which got off to a late start thanks to Orlando Bloom. his movie was before ours and no one would leave him alone.

anyway anyway anyway. we did it up hollywood style for a night and i'm sad to say it'll probably be the only time it happens.