|Another acceptance for "Gloriana"|
I debated going to this one. I wanted to see some old friends, but I don't hold any special love for the place, and I feared the film festival would be a low-brow, po-dunk affair.
Needless to say, I decided on going and - after staying a night with an old friend of mine - I checked into the hotel and was pleasantly surprised by the festival's swag bag. Immediately, I was glad that I had come.
|Pleasantly surprised by the swag bag|
|"Gloriana" in the program|
On opening night of the festival, I meandered down to the hotel bar, where I imbibed several (really good) whiskey sours and snapped a photo of my old school's banner.
|My alma mater's pennant at the hotel bar|
|Art house theater, Fayetteville - first time here in years|
|Rain, shmrain... that ain't shit|
|A student and his teacher|
|Told to "shelter in place" at the film festival|
|Eh, not so bad...|
|Ironically, the water was out, so there was nothing to boil|
|My old campus... this wall was not there before|
|A frozen margarita after a fajita's trio, Mi Casita's|
And then the film festival mailed me this:
|Another set of film laurels!|
I earned it, dammit!