yagergirls

the lanyards given to us to hold our film credentials are squishy foam and say jagermeister on them. Billy is by far the cutest of the jagergirls. We attended opening night ceremonies last night, where ten shorts screened. My very favorite was a film from Ireland called Frankie. Look it up, totally worth it. After the screening we shmoozed, which is the best way to kill your confidence. I think we got in to the swing of things though, and ended up talking to the director of one of the larger films screening here. His name was Rich, and when he introduced himself as filthy Rich, Billy introduced himself as filthy Billy... I thought it was funny... I'm not sure Rich did.

Anyways, our postcards are done and we've been handing them out around town, hoping for a decent turnout on Saturday.

Jeeze. Blogging is weird. We're going to go buy Ashley a new iTouch because she feels left out, then catch a couple flicks. If anybody recognizes the phone number 347.446.6938 let me know. They're playing a game they can't win.

Word, Zia