Okay, More Like Tomorrow

I plan on doing some end-o’-fest summations and whatnot. Just not today. I need spleep. And maybe some more whiskey. Besides, heck, even the fest powers-that-be are being sluggish, with the awards — which I myself do not yet know, having skipped the Closing Night Film to catch a Festival Favorite — not yet posted on their site (as of midday-ish). But then, oh did the free G&Ts flow like wine at last night’s Closing Night Hootenanny. Also, Rory Culkin was there. He’s young.

Anyway, see y’all tomorrow, bright, chipper and hopefully no longer fucking exhausted.