That's not the question you asked before!
Pulled off my biggest event tonight - a total of 374 people, all here to see Michel Gondry's new documentary.
I'm not going to talk about the film (which was fine). What I am going to talk about is the Q&A session, as well as the 10 minutes where I could possibly be classified as a stalker.
(That was a combination of the "hurr durr" meme and the alternate pronunciation of tl;dr, if you were wondering.)
So the first question comes from this guy who starts out all "I have a bit of a story, and then I'll get to my question", which understandably makes the audience groan a little. He also said something about three of Michel's films having a very ~deep and profound~ impact on his life, except he said it in a creepily soft voice that made me very nervous. His story starts like such: "I remember being in high school calculus last year, and one day I just looked up and noticed that the world was just full of colors..."
...yeah. Things went on from there, and there was an exciting moment when Michel kept getting distracted by this cockroach, and at one point he keeps backing away from it and says "he likes me" in a really cute way, so this dude just jumps up from his seat, grabs a small popcorn bucket from the Refreshments table, and goes forth to capture the bug. Everyone kind of laughs nervously, because this guy just scooped up a fucking cockroach at Michel Gondry's feet - it was kind of a weird moment.
Michel was adorable as always, and my favorite story was prompted by this guy who had served him at Legal's last night and asked whether Michel found that he got recognized as a director, because it seemed that his films are more well-known than he is. This is basically what Michel had to say: "There's this one spot in New York where I get recognized maybe once a day, and I always wondered why it was only in the one place, and one day I finally looked around and realized that it was in front of a dorm for the film school." SO EFFING CUTE, OMG. He also told a joke and gave very long answers to all the questions, because that's just how he is.
Anyway, once that was all done, I had to kind of prevent people from swarming him with autograph requests or further questions or whatever, and I got to stand, like, three inches away from Bjork, who is tiny and adorable and has really great skin. And then they all left.
Which was fine, except that when I was cleaning up, I found a phone on the ground under the first row, which was where Michel and his entourage were sitting. Here's the problem: how do you find out who a phone belongs to? Generally, phones do not have a message saying "this phone belongs to so-and-so", so I did the only thing that made sense to me: I started looking through the contacts. My thought was that any of the party would have the number for the woman at the Office of the Arts that I've been working with, so I was going to call her and be like "so yeah, I found this phone". So I'm scrolling through the contacts, of which there were a hell of a lot, and nothing stuck out until I got to the Bs. Because under B was not only "Bjork", but "Bjork new". And I thought "holy shit, it's one of the famous people's!" There was also this music artist who's playing in the concert tonight, as well as that bitch Miranda July (jk jk, I say that about anyone named Miranda), and the woman I was looking for. So my next plan was, "fuck, I have to intercept them at the Stud and give this phone back. But while I have it..." Because by this point, I was pretty much certain that I was holding Michel Gondry's phone, and I wanted a little more proof. So I just maybe possibly looked at one of the pictures on the memory card, and sure enough, it was a self-taken picture of him.
Long story short, on the way across Mass Ave, I ran into this Course 3 sophomore who works at the Office of the Arts and was involved in this whole thing, so I decided to de-incriminate myself from anything and said "hey, are they all up there right now? Because I have this phone..." and he was all "oh good, you found it!" Turns out he was about to sprint back to 26-100 to look for it, so I was able to save him the trip. And then I gave it to him and was nonchalant and said "whose phone is that, anyway?" and he goes "Michel Gondry's, heh" and I was like "oh, wow!" but really I was just looking for confirmation. And then he went back upstairs and I put the clicker back in the safe and all was right with the world.
So there you have it. Michel Gondry is as adorable as ever, Bjork is pretty cute too, and for about 10 minutes tonight, I was the possessor of Michel's cell phone and could've copied down any number of celebrity phone numbers that I cared to. I take it as proof of my character that I did no such thing, however giggly the whole thing made me afterward.
Anyway, this was the second-to-last event I'll ever have to organize as Night Director. Hell, it might be my second-to-last event ever, 'cause as Chairman I can just make someone else do it. I can't effing WAIT.
I'm not going to talk about the film (which was fine). What I am going to talk about is the Q&A session, as well as the 10 minutes where I could possibly be classified as a stalker.
(That was a combination of the "hurr durr" meme and the alternate pronunciation of tl;dr, if you were wondering.)
So the first question comes from this guy who starts out all "I have a bit of a story, and then I'll get to my question", which understandably makes the audience groan a little. He also said something about three of Michel's films having a very ~deep and profound~ impact on his life, except he said it in a creepily soft voice that made me very nervous. His story starts like such: "I remember being in high school calculus last year, and one day I just looked up and noticed that the world was just full of colors..."
...yeah. Things went on from there, and there was an exciting moment when Michel kept getting distracted by this cockroach, and at one point he keeps backing away from it and says "he likes me" in a really cute way, so this dude just jumps up from his seat, grabs a small popcorn bucket from the Refreshments table, and goes forth to capture the bug. Everyone kind of laughs nervously, because this guy just scooped up a fucking cockroach at Michel Gondry's feet - it was kind of a weird moment.
Michel was adorable as always, and my favorite story was prompted by this guy who had served him at Legal's last night and asked whether Michel found that he got recognized as a director, because it seemed that his films are more well-known than he is. This is basically what Michel had to say: "There's this one spot in New York where I get recognized maybe once a day, and I always wondered why it was only in the one place, and one day I finally looked around and realized that it was in front of a dorm for the film school." SO EFFING CUTE, OMG. He also told a joke and gave very long answers to all the questions, because that's just how he is.
Anyway, once that was all done, I had to kind of prevent people from swarming him with autograph requests or further questions or whatever, and I got to stand, like, three inches away from Bjork, who is tiny and adorable and has really great skin. And then they all left.
Which was fine, except that when I was cleaning up, I found a phone on the ground under the first row, which was where Michel and his entourage were sitting. Here's the problem: how do you find out who a phone belongs to? Generally, phones do not have a message saying "this phone belongs to so-and-so", so I did the only thing that made sense to me: I started looking through the contacts. My thought was that any of the party would have the number for the woman at the Office of the Arts that I've been working with, so I was going to call her and be like "so yeah, I found this phone". So I'm scrolling through the contacts, of which there were a hell of a lot, and nothing stuck out until I got to the Bs. Because under B was not only "Bjork", but "Bjork new". And I thought "holy shit, it's one of the famous people's!" There was also this music artist who's playing in the concert tonight, as well as that bitch Miranda July (jk jk, I say that about anyone named Miranda), and the woman I was looking for. So my next plan was, "fuck, I have to intercept them at the Stud and give this phone back. But while I have it..." Because by this point, I was pretty much certain that I was holding Michel Gondry's phone, and I wanted a little more proof. So I just maybe possibly looked at one of the pictures on the memory card, and sure enough, it was a self-taken picture of him.
Long story short, on the way across Mass Ave, I ran into this Course 3 sophomore who works at the Office of the Arts and was involved in this whole thing, so I decided to de-incriminate myself from anything and said "hey, are they all up there right now? Because I have this phone..." and he was all "oh good, you found it!" Turns out he was about to sprint back to 26-100 to look for it, so I was able to save him the trip. And then I gave it to him and was nonchalant and said "whose phone is that, anyway?" and he goes "Michel Gondry's, heh" and I was like "oh, wow!" but really I was just looking for confirmation. And then he went back upstairs and I put the clicker back in the safe and all was right with the world.
So there you have it. Michel Gondry is as adorable as ever, Bjork is pretty cute too, and for about 10 minutes tonight, I was the possessor of Michel's cell phone and could've copied down any number of celebrity phone numbers that I cared to. I take it as proof of my character that I did no such thing, however giggly the whole thing made me afterward.
Anyway, this was the second-to-last event I'll ever have to organize as Night Director. Hell, it might be my second-to-last event ever, 'cause as Chairman I can just make someone else do it. I can't effing WAIT.