I wondered to myself after our IFP event whether i should buy those two bottles of wine and stuff them in my backpack. And then I went off to the free-sushi party and was bogged, bogged down. With the wine, the giant metal tripod, the heavy backpack... what was I thinking.
Met various familiar characters, like Jesse Epstein, Ingrid, another cute British girl... various other filmmakers. Had nonstop sushi, and then when I thought i could escape, I let myself be roped into going from 4th street to Libation on Ludlow to ANOTEHr party. This one was the kickoff for the Woodstock Film Fest in October.
Met more various people, somewhat interesting.
Finally home now, and exhausted. whew.
And smoking a cig now.
The event went fairly smoothly, and maybe there's some grant monies in there for us. Somewhere.
I wonder. I never really could think out of the box to make that happen.
The sound wasn't great at our event, it was a mixed bag as always. The actors weren't amazing, but people seemed interested over all.
Where will our next raw word be, now that Galap is not responding, and is moving away.
Where... and more scripts to read.
I'm tired now...
