Cannes Day 8

Yesterday was pretty dang insane. I got into Cannes around noon and followed some of my UGA Bros to a gelato place. I was more in the mood for sushi than gelato, so I got sushi at a place next door. The sushi there was pretty crappy. I wouldn't recommend it.

I walked around and bided my time till a screening of We Are Boats, a mediocre movie with a fascinating premises. It wasn't until I got out that I'd realized I'd screwed up. You see, I was supposed to go to a talk at 3 but I misread it as reading 3:30. The movie let out around then, making me 36 minutes late by the time I got there.

After the talk I hurried back to Juan-Les-Pins for the business cards I left at the residence. By the time I got in, I went and had a pastry and went to see another film. As I headed back to the festival, I saw some dude flying around on an actual flying home, not one of those handle free Segway things people call hoverboards. The dude was flying around like he was the Green Goblin. It was damned cool.

I headed in to find a film after that. The film I found was a Spanish murder mystery called The Suffering. The premises was meh but the execution was brilliant. After I saw that movie, I walked t get changed and found myself at the Queer Night party.

I went to that party thinking it was going to be a chill and laid back cocktail party like the other night; spoiler alert, it was. It was more like a college rager, only the drunken horde were film professionals. And who am I to judge their alcohol consumption; I was right there with them. That was easily the funnest time I've ever had while imbibed. I even got some networking accomplished, not much, but it was better than nothing.

I went back to JLP at about 12:30 and crashed out. What a great time!

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