Arcade Fire played a great set...
We pimped out Alexandria...
My long-limbed boyfriend made the limo look small...
A cooler filled with champagne, beer, and pre-mixed mai tais made it work...
One of the movie's stars basks in his own glory...
A quick stop at Wendy's for urination and french fries...
Instead of a red carpet, we were met by a queue of commonfolk...
The ghoulish spectre of Maryland underground film, John Waters, haunted our showing...
Our night of raging alcoholism aged me fifteen years...
But I still fared better than our wannabe movie star...
That bowl is for vomit.