Partying at the AMPAV Tent
I’m instantly happy with my decision to stay for the party. There is glow-in-the-dark everything: grills, rings, bows, necklaces, etc. I spot the bubbly British journalist that I’d befriended during an early premiere on one of the other days. I walk up to his group and I’m warmly greeted with two kisses on the cheek and a “Hello darling.” I nearly locked lips with him, because I went the wrong way, but I played it off well.
He introduces me to a few of his friends and we talk for a while. I learned the most from his French friend. We talked about everything from his time in Paris, to him getting out of paying for train fines. We were joined by other UGA students, which only kept the conversation flowing organically. Every time another UGA student joined our group, my new British associate switched to his “American accent.”
In a southern twang that only he could pull off, he’d say, “You’re from Georg-ia too?” I loved it!
I eventually made my way to the dance floor. I took off my heels and put on my flip-flops and begin dancing with a group of UGA students.
Some of the other people that are worth mentioning from the AMPAV party:
- The balloon guy who kept handing me balloons to blow up.
- My dance partner in crime: An amazing French girl who admitted that she was there with her stepmom. She was a true trooper as she enthusiastically danced to everything, even when the DJ played crappy music. She only stopped briefly for a smoke break.
- The guy that was dubbed crazy eyes by my British friend. He wasn’t lying. Every time the guy held his lighter a little too close to his tongue or took a shot, his eyes did seem to bulge a little.
- The group of UGA students to who kept dancing even when the music sucked.
- Of course my British friend for twerking with me during “Work” by Rihanna. He rightfully put a light-up ring on it (my finger) after that dance!
After partying for a little, meeting an array of other interesting industry professionals, and getting my fill on free goodies, I decided to head back with a few other UGA students. We debated whether taking an Uber or taxi was the best move. We opted to get a taxi.
We all talked a bit about random things that happened during the day, as well as what we thought about the party. Once back at the residence I hurriedly blog about my day and prepare to do it all again the next day.
*This post was originally posted on my Cannes blog “Pommes et Bannanes a Cannes”
