18th
where the stars come to relax
The log line:
4 guys and 1 girl tried to get in to the most exclusive party in the western world. 1 guy and 1 girl got very close to getting in, the other 3 didn’t.
The crew:
1 guy, a Cannes veteran, the other 3 clueless newbies(a marketing guy, an aspiring screenwriter, a former journalist) and a very pretty girl with a dash of panache and a healthy dose of wit, also a Cannes newbie.
The Incident:
The veteran promised a good time and packed the newbies on to a train for dinner in a neighbouring town, Juan-les Pins. Away from the crowds of Cannes, the crew mingled and ate and drank. A cab was called. The 3 guys got in one cab, the veteran, the marketing guy, and the aspiring screenwriter, while the girl with a dash of panache and the former journalist waited for a second cab. The Hotel Du Cap was their destination, one of the most exclusive hotels in the world, formerly, a retreat for artists gone crazy. The veteran told tales of splendor and grander and instructed the newbies not to gawk. The Du Cap is the place where the stars relax.
The former journalist and the girl arrived at the gates of the Du Cap and were waved in. Massive Doric columns and marble stairs greeted them. They saw someone holding a ticket. VANITY FAIR graced the envelope. The Vanity Fair party, perhaps the most exclusive party in western hemisphere, was being held. The former journalist and the girl had no idea what they were getting themselves in to. Beautiful women and stately men decked the halls.
It felt like walking through the pages of a magazine, surreal and ridiculous.
The veteran, the marketing guy, and the aspiring screenwriter weren’t as lucky. They weren’t allowed in. They tried lying; they tried scaling the walls; they tried hiding behind cars as they drove. To no avail.
The former journalist and the girl with a dash of panache strolled through the garden and found them self at the entrance of the Vanity Fair party. Fancy cars pulled up and fancy people got out. Will Smith and his wife appeared and walked in followed by a gaggle of ‘friends’. Word spread to the former journalist and the girl with panache that the rest of the crew was stuck outside. The former journalist tried to get them in. He went to talk to the concierge.
“My friends are the gate, can you tell them to let them in?”
“Are you a guest at the hotel?”
“No.”
“You are very lucky to be here, they can’t get in.”
And that was that. The night went on and the crew outside struggled to get in while those on the inside enjoyed $15 beers and $30 martinis. After about 45 mins, the crew on the outside called the crew on the inside and they all got in a cab together and went home.
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I got my tux for the premier tonight.
