Drinking: Tea with melty ice
The Berkeley Film Fest is always a treat. Mel Vapour and crew are always incredibly kind, and this year was no exception.
This year they gave us gold medals. One for me, one for my cinepoetry partner Michelle. That’s my shiny piece on the right.
Award winning is always fun, especially when followed by a giant cheeseburger.
So after collecting our medals and watching the elderly people in the audience freak out a little during the bloody screening of Abattoir (when seen on a huge screen, it does look a bit more violent than it does on a wee web window), Shel and I and a bunch of our pals headed over to Nation’s for some giant burgers and, in some cases, pecan pie.
Nothing like following up a gross-out fest like Abattoir with some red meat.
Anyway, a big fuzzy thanks to all of you who showed up on Friday night for the festivities, and to all of you who couldn’t be there in the flesh, but sent your well-wishes.
And an even bigger thanks to the Berkeley Film Fest folks, my fabulous cinepoetry partner Michelle, and all of you who volunteered to get blood-spattered for free. You know who you are.
-Lo, feelin’ the lurve.