Just got home from the festival's opening night party at the Liberty Grand. You were probably there. Seriously. It's not like Paris Hilton is gonna show (which greatly disappointed my cab driver on the trek home). Although I did spot a few out-of-town indie filmmakers making the rounds with their PR escorts. Gotta love the NFB for getting their people in front of the cameras!
In brief: Same food, same drinks, same people as every other year. Just who are all those too cool for school partygoers, anyway? It's like a casting call for Entourage extras, with everybody out to look like they flew in from the coast when they're really from College and Bathurst. Who are they and how do they get in to the party? My friend Natalie, who was also at the party in a head-turning red number, explained it thusly: "These are all the assistants to all the people who actually got invited but don't bother coming." She's probably right. Although who can blame them, the mini lamb-burgers were deelish... they give Czehoski a run for their money.