Silly rabbit, films are for Sundance

So, I managed to spend a week at a film festival and not see a single movie! Turns out our group was about the party and not the trade show. I did get a DVD in one gift bag - an Asian horror flick - will be back with a review after I catch up on the Sopranos.

So, back to Ivana. . .

We are walking the [blue] carpet into the amfAR cocktail party; I'm sending all my psychic energy to the hem of my dress willing it not to get caught on the heel of my shoe (Unfortunately I had expended most of my fashion energy earlier when my zipper got stuck while I was dressing. I mean truly stuck. With 4 inches to go. I went to the front desk in search of a stapler and a valium but was saved by a fellow guest and my new best friend, Kinsey from Alaska. More on her later.)

Anyway, I was a bit distracted by the paparazzi - their tonsils, that is, as they yawned while we walked by - and by the potential of tripping so it wasn't until he was right in my face that I recognized Gino (remember our driver from earlier posts?). Somehow he had been picked to be Ivana's escort and came up to us rolling his eyes "Everyone zay are asking who eez zee new boyfriend?*" Poor Gino, mistaken for Ivana's boy toy. All I could think was "how could he cheat on me with someone who's had so much work done?"

We followed Ivana and Gino from the cocktail party into the dinner and I must say he did an excellent job of keeping me from stepping on the pink feathered hem of her gown. I also must say the work she has had done is top notch. She looks pretty dern good.

The highlight of that promenade was meeting Robin Williams. He shook my hand and then I leaned in (or down - pretty sure I was taller in my heels) and whispered that I was a fellow San Franciscan and he gave me a twinkly "go girl." Later when all the women in our group reported being groped by him at the after party, I could stand tall (or at least taller than Robin) and reflect back on our respectful and deep exchange. And realize I can go back and stalk him at home . . .

He helped emcee the auction and was absolutely hilarious!!! I think Henry the movie producer sitting next to me was scared I was going to wet my pants. Thankfully Henry did not mention this to Sharon Stone when she came over to talk with him.

n.b.: I am not taller in my heels (or larger in any visible way) than Sharon Stone.
n.b. encore une fois: The toes on my right foot are still numb 5 days later from said heels.


*Gino is not French, but I swear I heard his accent comme ca.