I was not.
Lost in the mail? Hardly. Tickets were hot and the Palais where the theaters are were packed with people--some in tuxes with signs akin to those you'd see at Sheffield and Addison "NEED 1 TICKET", others in really cheap plastic "Indy hats", and all hoping get just a glimpse of the dynamic filmmaking duo that brought us some of the best moments in movie history.
Rumor is that if you touch Spielberg's finger you can fly.
Anyway I tried like crazy to get in, even going as far as seeing where certain maintenance doors led to, but alas, it was not meant to be. However, I was able to catch a screening of it the following day. All I needed to do was wait in line for 2 hours, which ain't a bad deal when you have the French Riviera to look at.
I won't say anything about the movie.......now. I may get bored in my layover in Paris next Monday and put my opinions to the keyboard. If you really care, see Indy this weekend, otherwise I have no sympathy.
Other than that been keeping busy, but the festival's winding down, which is a shame for a number or reasons, but mostly because now all the little things that bug me about Europe are starting to tick me off again. Like pigeons.
When I was in Rome in '05 I got shit on by pigeons on three separate occasions: twice in Rome and once in Venice. I hate those disgusting winged-rats and it seems that people over here have no problem allowing them eat away at this decaying continent.
Anyway, i mention this b/c my war with the pigeons seems to have a fourth installment of its own as I got shit on a few days ago. Just the shirt-no skin contact. But what the $#*%?
Luckily this awesome French dry-cleaning woman worked on the shirt for like 5 days and finally got the stain out. Cubs Win!
After seeing Indy, my next big goal is to go to this place called the VIP room. It's some bar/club that is supposedly the location of a party to be thrown by P. Diddy. That and the whole "networking" thing. But I think that P. Diddy would make an excellent contact.
"Yo diddy, just take my card and lets write you a f%$#*ing Oscar role"
Or i'll just go and pay 11 euros for a drink. Whatever, Chicago is just 5 days away.