Water, Water Everywhere And Not A Drop To Drink

Okay, so here’s a random hodge podge (I said it) of thoughts I didn’t include in the SURFER story:

• I was literally standing a foot from Dan Malloy for a good twenty minutes before we caught each others’ attention.  I said, “Hi.”  He said, “Hi.”  That was it.  I panicked.
• Somehow, it was easier to approach Taylor Steele??  Maybe because this was a few hours later… anyway…
• There were a ridiculous number of models present who made 5’8″ me feel short.
• Motorcycle-riding girls who smelled of incense were strategically placed in theaters to add another dimension to the viewing experience.  Or, maybe that was a lucky coincidence.

Also, I learned the following lessons…

• Lesson number one: It’s worth the $12 to just take a cab from Gramercy/Murray Hill/Kips Bay to TriBeCa, as opposed to taking the subway, which actually means walking an awful lot.
• Lesson number two: PBR, though satisfying, does not a meal make.
• Lesson number three: Not everyone knows what a RED camera is.  I know that because during the Q&A, someone said, “What the fuck is a RED cam?!”  Thanks, Dark Fall guys, for making me look it up months ago.
• Not a lesson, but an admission: I really want to see the photos that were taken last night.  Here’s one of mine:

Oh wait, these are MUCH BETTER.