Last night we had the amazing opportunity to attend the Tribeca Film Festival--- courtesy of our co-worker (and resident singing vixen) barbara warnke. Not only did she have an "in" with the film's producer, but she gave us the best seats in the house. The documentary was titled "Guest of Cindy".... An intimate look into a relationship in which one man loses his own identity due to the budding fame of his lover....the lover being the incomparable Cindy Sherman (one of my favorite pieces of her's, pictured above). We first attended a very swanky cocktail party beforehand--- in which we drank our weight in free booze, chased the waiters in hopes of nabbing some hors d'ouevres (to no avail), and spotted celebrities (Emma SWORE she saw david schwimmer, from friends, but I think it was prob just some dude with a bad haircut). After the party and film-- we went to the AFTER PARTY. on a sunday night! Being social past 9 on a sunday is quite foreign to me-- that is usually Law & Order rerun-pajama wearin-bad chinese takeout time.
