Travel Journal #9

Today I attended a party (invite only) on a private beach (Emir Kusturica was playing guitar in the band). I guess it shows how old I really am when I am not interested in schmoozing and am still disappointed that I missed an 8 o'clock screening of some obscure French film.

that I am disappointed that I have only seen one decent film since I've been here. I am not excited by the people and the personalities. I laughed when I saw some actress trip on the red carpet. I couldn't help it. I just really want to see the films. I'm not that greedy. Most of the ones I want to see aren't anything anyone has ever heard of. Right now, at this moment, I hate this place. Everything takes twice as long as it should, and every person is half as interesting. Watching the glassy waves lick the shore is more interesting. I'm really hoping the rest of the days (9 left) are better than today.