Thursday, October 13, 2016

Adventures at a Film Festival in Fayetteville

So, I mentioned before that one of my short films was accepted into a film festival in Fayetteville, North Carolina, a city I used to live in when I was with the Army Airborne at Fort Bragg, North Carolina...

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
Then it was off to the Cameo!  I used to watch foreign and independent films here, and it was cool being back.  Although I spent thirty minutes in the restroom during the opening film, alleviating my digestive tract of whiskey.

Art house theater, Fayetteville - first time here in years
The morning of the screening for "Gloriana," I woke up to some serious rain and a wee bit of flooding... but... the show must go on!  Picked up by an old Army buddy (and current business partner), we rolled into downtown to watch our film.

Rain, shmrain... that ain't shit
And my old creative writing professor showed up!  Both of us are a bit grayer, but I think I'm still winning the youthful-look contest.

A student and his teacher
Afterward, two of my old Army buddies and I waited out the storm as emergency services began rescues and telling people not to drive.  So I chatted up some film festival volunteers, and they hunted Pokemon.

Hunting Pokemon
And then we had to take shelter at a place called the Rainbow Room, which lost power very shortly after this photo was taken.

Told to "shelter in place" at the film festival
So a new friend and I hit the road back to our hotel...


Eh, not so bad...
After a night of drinking whatever wine we could get our hands on, I woke up to a safety notice and the inability to take a shower.

Ironically, the water was out, so there was nothing to boil
So a friend picked me up and drove me around my old stomping grounds.

My old campus... this wall was not there before
The next day, on my way to the airport, another Army buddy and I went to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants in the country (favorite for nostalgia purposes... I've certainly had better Mexican food).

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!

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