It started last Monday evening when a colleague as

But the night before the event I received an email saying that due to the huge demand to see the film, I was being uninvited. I wasn't going to be able to attend because the people at the door and were going to have lists and I wasn’t going to be in the list! My colleague tried to talk to the organizers by no amount persuasion was going to work -- we were no longer invited, leading me to this sobering reality: high school history teachers don’t have much pull at the Cannes Film Festival.

But I wasn’t out of the woods yet. I had no idea if the woman on the phone was actually putting my name on the list or just saying she was putting my name on the list, so even as I arrived at the venue I didn’t know if I was actually going to get past the door. Making matters worse was the fact that when I arrived the line of people waiting to get in extended 200 feet down the street. As I went to take my place at the end of the line, I scanned the crowd for anyone I might recognize and two things came to mind: 1) how is it possible for all these people to be so great looking, and 2) the last time I saw this much plastic was when I accidently opened my sister's Barbie-drawer in 1984. [Note: And it wasn't just the women! I saw one guy who appeared to have cheek implants. It looked like he had boiled an egg, cut it in half, applied one half to each side of his face, and covered them both with brownish-orangish face make-up. And one of the women I saw had so mch collagen in her lips they looked like the jet safety barriers you see on aircraft carriers.]
But I digress. My attempt to get in took a sudden turn for the better when I saw one of the parents of a student of mine – a parent who just happens to work for an organization that was helping to coordinate the event and just so happened to be in charge of…letting people in! Can you believe the luck. When she saw me she told me to wait right at the front of the line. Ten minutes later I was walking into the huge tent set up on the beach – right behind Dennis Hopper (yes, he looks great; yes, he’s way shorter than me -- I’m guessing 5’6, tops).
The rest of the story later.
(Excerpt from tomorrow’s post: After seeing Selma Hayek in person I realize she doesn’t come across very well on camera.)
CJS
7 comments :
Impressed....very sly! Dennis Hopper....oh man he's one of my favorite actors. Is he handsome - for you know - someone like 65. Something very sexy about him on the tv commericals - but what's he look like in person.
Such a circus! All the beautiful people....or at least they think they are beautiful, we, the normal people just think they look fake!
I love your blog! Here from Penny at 'Soup Du Jour.' This story is great - love how you got yourself into the moving screening! More on this please, LOL!
Ewww at the cheek implants and yay! for you getting in.
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oh man, that story is way better than me falling off the railing when Brad and Angie got out of their car.
Great post, Jonathon, and congratulations! I love it when people work the system. Hope to hear more...
that was me, Dave. I pressed "Enter" a little too quickly...
Ah, Jonathan..you have not lost your sense of self.....the comment about the plastic....almost as good as your description of your new "weights"..... anywho....haven't read your posts in ages....so good to know you guys are having a wonderful time...cleaned out your office last week -- it finally has an occupant....there are a couple o things we will mail to your in-laws - a scrapbook.etc....just received a shipment of Geortzacre coffee....ummm delicious...see you in August???? ciao for now....
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