the beginning of the film festival (for me) went pretty well. not only did i manage to acquire FIVE friends to take along instead of three, but the director remembered my name from my comment on his webpage. it was an exciting moment when sean and nuala browbeat me into speaking to him outloud like a real person.
me: hey, i, um, commented on your webpage.
john hazlett: you’re michele, right?
me: (internally screaming) yeah.
(i don’t remember the middle of the conversation because i was too delighted that he knew my name)
john hazlett: so are you coming for a drink?
(there was an after party)
me: um, no, i have to go to bed.
yes, because i am completely inane. and my braveness (forced by others) extends only to a point and then i must run for it like a small, scared rodent. a fact for which sean and nuala publicly berated me on a street corner till i actually felt like a rodent.
next up is the pirate movie (sunday, 4:30, woman’s building). which will be good research for me as i write this pirate lesbian story i’m working on.
pirrrrates!
(good movie.)
I don’t think we were berating you for running away. It was more like we were harassing you to maybe attend the after-party he invited you to, except I was really just harassing for harassment’s sake, because that is what I do, until the tears/police come.
harassment, beratement, it’s all just bukkake in the end, sean.