THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-THREE

SONG OF THE DAY #353
Friday, May 6, 2011
I Don't Want to Know
by Fleetwood Mac

I woke up this ...afternoon... to a text that was incredibly well-timed. Replied earnestly, accordingly.
Got up at 3 and went to Itita's to see off the half of my Argentinean family that was visiting. Spent time with my adorable-is-an-understatement cousin Gael, and hung out with my family until we came home a little after 9. Started playing Portal 2, and watched the American Idol elimination round. Sleep circa 11:30. Work tomorrow.

THREE HUNDRED

SONG OF THE DAY #300
Monday, March 14th, 2011
Go Your Own Way
by Fleetwood Mac

Got up and slummed it for a while. Mami y Papi salieron a hacer mandados y me dejaron a la Jessie. Itito came con Luís while I was in the shower, y salí listo precisamente cuando llegaban de regreso. [Mileini, ¿no sabías que este era un blog bilingüe?] I headed out to MIFF HQ, now back at MDC, at around 1. Got there @ 2:15. It was a strange feeling, seeing everyone make final changes and pack up in slight. MIFF 11 kind of changed my life, and now everyone's starting new chapters in theirs. It's very probable that I was the one most affected person out of all of us coming out of this. I was the newest to the film world, and now I have to deal with the fact that what I used to settle for in terms of doing something with my time isn't going to be the standard anymore. I can't just sit around slumming it at Best Buy after having done the festival. Like it or not my mind already started moving on to the next big thing, and honestly, I don't really have a clear picture of what it is. Got my yearbook signed by the rest of the staff; now I'm only missing Marketing and Jaie. Wednesday's the wrap party. Wednesday's the wrap party.
Dropped Elena off at the Airport, 2nd time. Vivian's B-Day, Annie's kids, more chocolate, Craig's goodbye. Copied a ton of screeners and brought them home, hung out with Andres and Sarah after everyone left the office. Literally everyone was in the programming office-- well, except for Maria, the special projects lady. That SLUTTT~ hahah
G-ddammit, I'll never forget this.
Came home and left to pick up J-Dawg with Mami y Papi [Mileini, ¿no sabías que mis padres se llaman así?] and hung out with baby Ashley-- the most incredibly adorable creature on the face of the earth. Mileini refuses to procreate. Eh, what are you gonna do? Came home, finally, and watched an episode of Skins. Things settled in, and I put on the Orphanage.
Me-¿Quieres ver una pelicula que produjo mi amiga Elena?
Dad-Dale, a ver...
20 minutes later.
Dad-Está intrigosa esta película...
20 minutes later.
Dad-Hace RATO hubiece salido de esa casa. ¡Nombre no!
20 minutes later.
Dad-¡Ay, cojones!
The severity of this progressed throughout the rest of the film. La verdad es que estaba de a cojón... Talking to Anita while watching it, hehe. Oh, and one last thing: a facebook message made my heart explode into T-Pain. "You minx," I thought to myself, as a giddy smile appeared on my face.

MIDNIGHT BONUS TRACK:
Bartender (feat. Akon)
by T-Pain

TWO HUNDRED NINETY-ONE

SONG OF THE DAY #291
Saturday, March 5th, 2011
Secondhand News
by Fleetwood Mac

and

Map of the World
by Gonzales

FESTIVAL DAY TWO

Today was crazy. So crazy, in fact, that I'm writing this on my down time at RPH the next morning. Woke up early and got to RPH at 9. At around 10, Danette calls me to pick up the Producers and Cast of 50 Cent's film Things Fall Apart. WHAT?! Jesus, ok. Went over there and while waiting with them to go to the Betsey, experienced my first Hollywood Douchebags moment (standoffish executive producers who belittle interns and think they own the city, producers who are habitually late to their own press conferences, producer's wife, who is only in the film because she's the producer's wife, and producer's mother, who is so incredibly over-indulgent that you can tell she's become accustomed to the luxuries of the biz). Got to te press conference with the crew, and it was a success. 50 got there, too, albeit raspando con tiempo. The thing went off without a hitch. Took the car back to the Royal Palm at around 12:30, and I was scheduled to leave at 1. Basically my shift was done. I can't remember what I did after that, but at 4:30 I got on my bike and went to see You Are Here at the Regal, liaised by Diliana and introduced by Andres. The Premiere of Things Fall Apart was later at night at the Gusman. It was the night of the first emergency. Danette asked me to head over there just in case it rained, to be ready with a back-up planand to help with reserved seating. I did both of these and stayed to watch the film up in the balcony with Lani. After the screening, hell broke loose. After the Q&A, Tim the assistant and I had to find Danette and ask her what the hell was going on with Transportation, seeing as our cars were missing and no one answers their phone. Met everyone backstage only to discover that the cars were still not in place. When they finally got there, the festival team got in one of the SUVs with Randall and the rest of the behind the scenes gang, and Mario and his SO got inside the next one. Little did the second driver know, the director wasn't the only one scheduled to ride in that car. He left me qith half the cast on the sidewalk, waiting for a car that would come almost ten minutes later-- it was the same car that decided to double back. The rest of the cast got in and on their way, and Rachel, who also went to grab her car, took the rest of the entourage back to the beach. I was supposed to go see The Last Circus with Andres and Jaife at midnight, but no. Things Fell Apart instead. At 12:30 I met Jaife by MDC, who had been waiting since before midnight. We missed the film, and pulled a hangout instead. Talked about jumping in pools, the moon, and other things I can't remember. Just being in a car with Jaife at that point, and my festival phone being off, was all I needed. Got home pretty late, and hit the sheets right away. It was the second day, and it was ridiculous.

NINETY

SONG OF THE DAY #90
Monday, August 16th, 2010
Don't Stop
by Fleetwood Mac

EIGHTY-EIGHT

SONG OF THE DAY #88
Saturday, August 14th, 2010
Dreams
by Fleetwood Mac