Oh Film Festival parties, I love you.
Last night was Closing Night of the San Francisco International Film Festival and I thought I was getting there fashionably late at 10pm.
I hung out in that cesspool for a while, chatting up a gal who remembered me from my Evolution: The Musical article and promised to find me and introduce me to the dude whose name I fucked up.
Oh great. That's what I want to do. Eat crow to some part-time waiter.
(Phil, I'm kidding. I love you. Really. Seriously.)
My phone blared with X calling, demanding to know why I wasn't at Le Club. Um, some of us have other things to do, X.
Oh, who'm I kidding. I told him I'd be there later.
During my call, Major the Music Video Guy came up and all Hollywood-like, gave me a hug and a kiss while I was on the phone acting like being on the phone is a club is totally acceptable. He was wearing sunglasses in a darkly lit party and was bored by the VIPs.
Love it. Love life. Love Major.
Goddamnit, where the hell is Jackson.
Oh. Nevermind. There he is.
Jackson appeared and we mocked...well, anyone we found offensive.
We headed upstairs in search of Major when Jackson ran into Chris and I ran into Gia and Rick.
Gia and Rick! I LOVE Gia and Rick! They're those people who I see every 6 months and every time I see them, they're bringing up old stories and inside jokes and making me feel important and cool. Then we saw Publicist Liz and her boyfriend and then the dude whose name I fucked up came over (Steve, you're the best!) and we all hung out and it was lovely.
Yay! Fun cool people at fun party with free drinks. I love you, May 8th!
So 5 minutes after that, I was done.
I know, I know. I have social ADD.
I split, heading out to the front door and having some charming gentleman with a Secret Service earpiece hail me a cab.
Jackson was on the sidewalk smoking.
"We're going to Le Club." I yelled. "Get in."
Much to my amazement, he agreed.
So we arrived to a packed Le Club, but were delighted to find X had saved THE table and settled in for drinks, running into Art Bruzzone who is always surprisingly charming. Both times I've hung out with Art, I'm always like, "Oh shit, this guy's gonna ask me mean questions!" and I always end thinking, "Oh Art, you're such a class act!"
Anyway, X left and Jackson and I ended up chatting with an old gay. I was sipping my drink, rolling my eyes, wondering why the fuck Jackson was so enamored with Grandpa McQueen. Turns out, it was (dude I've never heard of)!
Alright. It was time to go home, with Colin the black British bouncer (Mel loves him, FYI) insisting that I take the Le Club Town Car back to my ghetto, and I have to admit, it was a fun, folks.
Oh SFIFF. Don't end. Have more parties. You can even invite Jason Lee!
Oh wait. Who'm I kidding? No you can't...