TIFF
“Bukowski speaking. What’s your bra size?”
“Oh, stop it Liviu, it’s not funny anymore. Look, I got an extra ticket for tonight’s TIFF Awards. Are you in?”
“Yeah, why not.”
“Ok, see you there at 8.”
Florin never forgets about me, even if he is more of a public figure than me, he’s not ashamed of me, the guy that’s always between 4 walls writing about the impact of UCC on modern economics and social models.
“Ok, here’s the thing. Liviu, stop picking your nose! On my ticket they wrote number 4 so I wrote on yours number 5, ok?”
“Ok, but can I roll over on the red carpet?”
“No you idiot, you have to walk on it!”
What Florin didn’t know is that number 4 and 5 are not together, they are on different sides of the hall. So, after we had a friendly chat with Darius and we gave him a hand full of mobile internet we changed my ticket with a guy who wanted my seat number. Now I had number 10, two seats away from Florin, between Zoso, Arhi and VisUrât. So I changed my ticket again with VisUrât and landed on seat number 6, near Florin in the front row.
“Does your hat look ok on my head? ”
“Florin, for the millionth time, don’t pull it all the way, what about my bow tie?”
“I hate you and your bow tie.”
“Perfect!”
You have to love TIFF not for the movies but for the people, especially the girls. They really know how to dress. Tones of skin and sensuality, they just love to play with their intimacy. After the awards where all the funky people got on stage and laughed with cool accents we went to Hotel Continental, the abandoned building in the center of Cluj for the after party red wine with Şuie Paparude playing on stage.
“Hey, that girl with the black bra under the white, slightly oversized t-shirt that has holes in unexpected places said that the staircase for the other floors is in the back of the eco toilets.”
“Ok, let’s get Ionuţ and take a peek.”
How can we miss the chance to see everything in this amazing overpriced building? So, it was me, Florin and Ionuţ. Plus tones of people waiting to play with their mini me’s because it was already 4 AM and they hadn’t scored. We moved the first plastic eco toilet just a bit and ran on the second floor hoping that everyone else was not into illegal stuff.
“Wow, check out this mirror hall! Liviu, what on earth?”
“Shhhh, turn around i want to mark this place! ”
“Ohhhh, come on, not like that! ”
“All done, let’s check out the roof.”
We wandered around the rooms, the attic, the penthouses, the kitchen and everywhere else. If you want, you can still check out the third floor windows we opened, they’re still open. We didn’t get busted only the third time we went up.
“Ok, guys I’m going home, it’s 6 o’clock and my head hurts.”
“Yeh, me too.”
“Liviu? ”
“Your joking, right? I’m not going anywhere!”
calling Miss T…
You don’t have enough credit to make this call.
June 8, 2009 2:32 pm
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