BAHH! TIFF!! Eyeliner, taxi, vodka – let’s go! We’ve passed the halfway mark and feel finished, but forge ahead in our pursuit of ludicrous star stalking, party hopping, film festival hoopla. Have we seen a celebrity’s underwear? Yes. Did we manage the impossible and have drinks with an Oscar winning actor without knowing it? Um, yeah….yeah we did. Are the endless late nights killing us? Absolutely.
From a dimly lit lounge on the south side of Chinatown where Bardem and Brolin drink up to an Ave and Dav hot spot where people pay to see Hollywood strip – here’s the down-low on our TIFF shit-show thus far:
The night we drove a golf cart in to guzzle vodka in a parking lot and piss in a porto toilet.
Ogling James Franco and getting a peep show from Martin Sheen at Artists for Peace and Justice.
Talking dildos with actor Emily Hampshire and hanging with the Cronenbergs at Toro’s After Dark.
From the rooftops in Yorkville to dark alleys in the west end, we will continue to bring you the best, the weirdest, and unsuspecting stories from TIFF.
Dun.dun.dun – to be continued….