Yes Sir, May I Have Another?

Steph kindly hooked me up with a pass to the SFIFF closing party last night at Suede. The party was ridiculously fun and contained the three elements bound to make any shindig a hit:

1) open bar
2) free gourmet food
3) tons of schwag

So we drank and ate and grabbed and then drank a little more and topped off the evening by drinking a lot. I ran into Megan, which was funny, and Melinda, which was awkward. I was cornered by the oldest drag queens in the world. I saw money buy love between the 90 year old jewelry sponsor and a 21 year old coke slut. I grabbed all the free shit I could and now have a kick-ass French Stella sign (the nice metal kind!) I gossiped with the house manager and tried to avoid this drunk actress that followed me around all night wanting to chat. I met the manager of Le Video and now have a free movie hook-up.

And all this for the low, low price of $5 to split a cab.

Now, if only $5 was enough to make my blistering hangover go away.