April 24, 2005
The best individual moment of our soiree the other night was when I took a moment to realize that there were three conversations simultaneously going on - one in English, one in French, and the other in Cantonese. Geoffroy is in the wine business, so there was no shortage of social lubrication, and many of us were in the (indpendent) film business, so there was no shortage of discussing what would be or what should be or what Tori Spelling is like in person. At one point, we went up on the roof of the building and looked at the city, drenched in a fog that was still there at 6am the next morning when I went with Yen to the bus station that would return him (and, subsequently, me) to the Philadelphia airport, and which didn't disipate until long after I took a walk from Brooklyn to Manhattan, hoping to see a sunrise that took place behind that far more lyrical wall of gray condensation. It felt like October.
Yen's as good a cook as he is a filmmaker, by the way.
I saw Melinda And Melinda the night before I left Dallas the other week; it was good, but even better was seeing Woody Allen in Central Park on Thursday, taking an afternoon stroll with Soon Yi. I should have invited them to our party - theirs would have been a declination to cherish!
Posted by David Lowery at April 24, 2005 05:17 PM
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"I should have invited them to our party..."
You should have! My God, they would have said no, but what a story you'd have to tell if they'd said yes!
Posted by: Matt at April 24, 2005 07:01 PM
I always figured myself as impermiable to starstruck behavior, but I imagine if I saw Allen in person I'd have to find an alleyway to puke in. (From over-excitement, of course.)
Posted by: atcooper at April 25, 2005 09:45 PM
I totally had to puke after I saw Seth Green!
Posted by: jmj at April 25, 2005 11:03 PM